[His hips try to jump at the kisses on his ear and neck. His entire body tries to move with Oikawa's body, but he's pinned in place pretty well. Given how Oikawa acts it can be hard to remember he's just as strong. Normally he could still win out, but right now he feels like an oversensitive, overfucked noodle.
It's the words said to him that make him finally let go. The permission to end this, the promise that's threaded through those words. His eyes snap open but all he can see is white. The shout that rips from his throat fades off just as sharply, twisting into a low growl as Oikawa keeps moving and his body does this whole weird tightening chest sensation and he feels like he can't breathe. He's overwhelmed, simply put.
He can feel the rush of orgasm in his head, in his heart as it tightens, in his thighs as they clamp against Oikawa's hips, but even down to his toes where they curl at the pleasure ripping through him.]
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Date: 2015-09-13 11:48 am (UTC)It's the words said to him that make him finally let go. The permission to end this, the promise that's threaded through those words. His eyes snap open but all he can see is white. The shout that rips from his throat fades off just as sharply, twisting into a low growl as Oikawa keeps moving and his body does this whole weird tightening chest sensation and he feels like he can't breathe. He's overwhelmed, simply put.
He can feel the rush of orgasm in his head, in his heart as it tightens, in his thighs as they clamp against Oikawa's hips, but even down to his toes where they curl at the pleasure ripping through him.]