[Exhaling this soft heeeh when Iwai moves his hand and kisses him like that, he can't help melting into it. Tracing soft little heart patterns into his skin, over that beating he can feel, Oikawa lets out his groan this time. Soft and sweet and so warm, he loves this intimacy. Nothing about it feels rushed, nothing feels out of place. Now is a fine time to rediscover things about Iwai he could only think about, like how his skin feels under his touch and the way his kisses make him never want to stop.]
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