[It's probably better this way anyway, because when it comes down to it it's not the act itself or the people they'd learn from he cares about--it's the idiot dragging himself down Iwaizumi's body with soft little kisses that take his breath away. His eyes almost shut, but the warmth he can hear helps him keep them open to watch him. He slowly drags his hands away to lean up onto his elbows, arms pressing back against the floor. Cool air is already creeping over his skin as well now, but it's fine for a short while.
Still, the admission that follows feels like wool in his mouth, flimsy and still quiet despite them being the only ones anywhere near here.]
I know. [I trust you. He might deny it 90% of the time because Oikawa jokes about it too much, but he does. 100%.]
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Date: 2015-06-17 11:40 am (UTC)Still, the admission that follows feels like wool in his mouth, flimsy and still quiet despite them being the only ones anywhere near here.]
I know. [I trust you. He might deny it 90% of the time because Oikawa jokes about it too much, but he does. 100%.]