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[Breathing in Iwai's exhales, Oikawa couldn't stop smiling if he tried. Slow about drawing his own hands around from his shoulders, smooth fingertips began a slow descent in mimicking just how Iwai had touched him. A long trace along his collarbones, then downright drawing his palms down the skin of his chest until he was briefly feeling along his abs, along his ribs, until Oikawa's hands were settled in the same place just above his hips.

He was shivering again, but not for any reasons like chill or cold - it was too good to be able to just touch him and kiss him, he was starting to feel a warm coil in his gut with his hormones coming to life. Haa... what a dirty man he is, getting hard just from being touched by his best friend. Oikawa Tooru, you are a dirty filthy guy, this should be a sweet moment.]