[Leaning, following him when he tips his head back, Oikawa kisses softly down his throat, feeling the pulse under his lips and the pulse in his palm and it's too good, just being able to touch him. Turning his head aside to open his mouth and lightly bite his neck, wetly pressing kisses over the various little red marks he's been leaving with his need for affection, Oikawa groans softly under his breath.
He really is a huge pervert. It's a good thing Iwai knows. Kissing his shoulder, then putting his head down to watch him again, he bounces his grip around him.]
Come on, Iwa-chan. You can let it out. [Let out his voice, let go and finish.]
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He really is a huge pervert. It's a good thing Iwai knows. Kissing his shoulder, then putting his head down to watch him again, he bounces his grip around him.]
Come on, Iwa-chan. You can let it out. [Let out his voice, let go and finish.]