[How will he cover up those markings? With his uniform, of course. They don't show entirely all up his neck, but then again, Oikawa bit hard enough to bruise some of them. Maybe they should be shown off, honestly. Blowing warm air over his skin and pressing patchy wet kisses down his thigh, head tipped to suck inward, he isn't doing more to his cock than those simple first brushes. No, he's going to get him fully hard before then.]
Mm? What's up, Iwa-chan? [His voice is low and husky, eyes glinting in the little bit of light they have so that his calm, warm smile is barely visible from where he's under the blanket. He might be half out of it, body a little chilled, but this is what he wanted more than the warmth just yet.]
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Mm? What's up, Iwa-chan? [His voice is low and husky, eyes glinting in the little bit of light they have so that his calm, warm smile is barely visible from where he's under the blanket. He might be half out of it, body a little chilled, but this is what he wanted more than the warmth just yet.]