[He gasps out, hands dropping to try and catch himself against the wall as he almost topples over when Oikawa squeezes his dick. He's hard enough now that it feels good, that he knows there's no way they'll be willing to stop here now. He leans forward to press both his arms against the wall, peeking back at Oikawa over his shoulder. His stomach flips at the instruction, and it's not until he thrusts between his thighs that he gets it.
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Dear fucking god does he get it.] ...F-fuck.