Kind of. I've watched stuff so I have ideas of how it goes. Doing it will be new though.

[Stroking his hip gently, Oikawa's voice was soft when he answered, lips pressed against Iwai's knee and he's watching him, eyes attentive to him instead of the way his body moves. He's embarrassed, he's overwhelmed, despite wanting it too. So Oikawa was right in that none of this was rejection, there was just... surprising insecurity. Smiling against his skin and picking himself up more to lean up over him, Oikawa bends to kiss him softly over his collarbones, whispering.]

I like you so much, Iwa-chan. You let me get away with too much, you spoil me... [It's okay, I can use my hand again, I just want to make you feel good.]