[There's no rush to take over, not with Iwai wanting to lead, not with how wonderful each press felt and how it sent shivers down his spine and tingles through his skin. Soft with every reciprocation, goosebumps prickle up under Iwaizumi's hands when they drifted along his collarbones next; Oikawa exhaled this quiet little sound, something positive and wanting that touch.
He wanted Iwai to touch wherever he pleased, seeing isn't quite the same as feeling. His heart still felt like it would hammer out of his chest, but not out of nerves. Out of want for everything he was presenting to him. Slow kisses and gentle touches.]
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He wanted Iwai to touch wherever he pleased, seeing isn't quite the same as feeling. His heart still felt like it would hammer out of his chest, but not out of nerves. Out of want for everything he was presenting to him. Slow kisses and gentle touches.]