[That twist of his wrist absolutely makes him writhe in his seat, nails digging into Iwai's back as he bucks into it the best he can. It was rougher, but it was so so good, Oikawa wouldn't be able to deny liking every second of this. Outright panting, biting affectionately at his shoulder again with how he tries to answer, all he gets out this time is a keening, breathless Hajime!
There's no one he'd rather fall apart for, in front of, than Iwai.]
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There's no one he'd rather fall apart for, in front of, than Iwai.]
Yes yes!