[Iwaizumi glances down at where his fingers pry open material. He still has underwear on underneath, of course, but this is utterly different to drawing yourself out and stroking your own dick. Different people like different things, and honestly he's never really considered what he liked or disliked to even recognise what someone else might enjoy.
And he really is nervous.
His fingertips brush over first, throat tight as he feels the outline of Oikawa's dick that's still trapped in place. His weight pins the other down a bit, and it's actually not a surprise that the other is letting him take his time to get used to this.
There's another brush of fingers before he turns his hand, finally pressing his palm down as his gaze shoots up to look at Oikawa's face, needing the confirmation that this was good. This was okay.]
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And he really is nervous.
His fingertips brush over first, throat tight as he feels the outline of Oikawa's dick that's still trapped in place. His weight pins the other down a bit, and it's actually not a surprise that the other is letting him take his time to get used to this.
There's another brush of fingers before he turns his hand, finally pressing his palm down as his gaze shoots up to look at Oikawa's face, needing the confirmation that this was good. This was okay.]