[Murmuring his name against his mouth, finishing a last heart shape before trailing his fingertips down, slowly working downward again, Oikawa flicks his eyes open enough to watch him through his eyelashes, that smile still there. Then he is mouthing his words, soft sweet nothings, as his hand drifts all the way down to just above the waistband of Iwai's pants, hesitating only there about going further. Is he ruining the romance by wanting to touch him?]
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Iwa-chan, I looove you.