[Roaming his hands up to Iwai's knees and down to his ankles again, kneading gently and almost trying to squeeze those pants dryer where he could, Oikawa rubbed his forehead into place before turning it so his nose was skimming against his neck now - and his voice gets quieter even if his smile gets bigger.]
I want to tell you a secret. I think you already know it though.
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I want to tell you a secret. I think you already know it though.