[Easily helping Iwai sit higher in his lap when he moves, when he shifts to be closer, Oikawa almost whimpers against his mouth with the feeling of his hands sinking down, already shifting how he was seated to try and arch up to a touch that he anticipates coming - god he really wants it, he wants to know what Iwai's hand really feels like on sensitive skin. Curling his hands against his back, supporting at the small of his back and breaking the kiss slowly to pant, he doesn't say anything. Doesn't try to egg him on, doesn't want to make him go faster if he's still nervous.]
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