You're kissing m-me… [The words come out as more a mumble than anything. Yamaguchi's not really listening to Oikawa at this point, too busy drinking in sick comfort in the touches of the other boy's hands on his back, his lips.] Um…Oikawa, even though I— …I-I'm not I-Iwaizumi-san…please. I still want…
no subject
[…to be able to hold him like this.]