[He can't last much longer. That thought is the only thing he can really think of as pleasure takes over and even the pain from being thrust into so hard, quickly and deeply, isn't registering past this. His head tilted to the side, allowing Oikawa's mouth to settle against his ear even if it's too sensitive to listen and feel breath there at this point.
He shakes. Limbs shuddering with the movements and the fact that Oikawa pins him in place. He can't concentrate well enough to use his left hand to stroke himself, not when he needs it to cling onto the other. His right hand is just useless, pressing to the floor with the wish that it could cling onto him too.
Still, he probably doesn't need much more.
His dick has been leaking precum between them for a while, hard as ever. In fact, he's pretty sure he doesn't even need to stroke himself to get off now that Oikawa's found a rhythm. He opens his mouth to try and speak but all that come out at first is broken gasps, mixes of curse words as he tries to hold on long enough.] I can't-- [It feels weird to feel as though he needs to sob, just from how much of a sensation overload this is. How much he needs to beg. He doesn't, but the urge is there under the surface.] T-Tooru I can't last... [He doesn't say it loudly, a whisper amongst all the grunts and pants that are filling the room.]
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He shakes. Limbs shuddering with the movements and the fact that Oikawa pins him in place. He can't concentrate well enough to use his left hand to stroke himself, not when he needs it to cling onto the other. His right hand is just useless, pressing to the floor with the wish that it could cling onto him too.
Still, he probably doesn't need much more.
His dick has been leaking precum between them for a while, hard as ever. In fact, he's pretty sure he doesn't even need to stroke himself to get off now that Oikawa's found a rhythm. He opens his mouth to try and speak but all that come out at first is broken gasps, mixes of curse words as he tries to hold on long enough.] I can't-- [It feels weird to feel as though he needs to sob, just from how much of a sensation overload this is. How much he needs to beg. He doesn't, but the urge is there under the surface.] T-Tooru I can't last... [He doesn't say it loudly, a whisper amongst all the grunts and pants that are filling the room.]