( there's something equally forbidden about hearing these sorts of sounds come out of oikawa, too. each one plucks at a string of arousal that's pulled taut in his belly. ushijima isn't really prone to fantasy, he's much too literal for that, but he has a feeling he's going to allow himself the pleasure of remembering this some time later ( after that self-reflection, of course ). he thinks it's the prettiest sound he's ever heard coming from oikawa.
he finds he likes the feeling of oikawa's fingers moving over his skin, too, wants to feel more everywhere... even if each finger seems to leave a flaming hot trail of tingling fire in its wake. just touching doesn't feel like enough, but even though he knows he wants more he isn't sure how far to push.
but, oikawa seems to make the decision for him as he feels himself guided toward an elegant neck that doesn't seem fitting for a professional volleyball player. ushijima noses along the tendon first, attaches his lips to the thin skin over his heartbeat, and sucks there, nibbles softly.
well, softly until oikawa breaks their tentative silence and then ushijima bites a little harder. )
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he finds he likes the feeling of oikawa's fingers moving over his skin, too, wants to feel more everywhere... even if each finger seems to leave a flaming hot trail of tingling fire in its wake. just touching doesn't feel like enough, but even though he knows he wants more he isn't sure how far to push.
but, oikawa seems to make the decision for him as he feels himself guided toward an elegant neck that doesn't seem fitting for a professional volleyball player. ushijima noses along the tendon first, attaches his lips to the thin skin over his heartbeat, and sucks there, nibbles softly.
well, softly until oikawa breaks their tentative silence and then ushijima bites a little harder. )
Do you ever stop talking?