[There's no way he could ruin the moment short of clocking him now. Licking his lips and kneading his hands in place, straightening his back with the feeling of Iwai's hands roaming up again, Oikawa bites his own lower lip softly to muffle the little groan that threatens its way out.
When he drifts his touch this time, Oikawa draws his right hand lower to stroke Iwai's hip and trail along the outside of his thigh.]
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Date: 2015-06-13 10:56 pm (UTC)When he drifts his touch this time, Oikawa draws his right hand lower to stroke Iwai's hip and trail along the outside of his thigh.]