[Gripping onto his own arms where they were still tangled, putting the motion over his head instead of in his hips where he wants it to be, Oikawa struggles to keep himself still for him. The pressure of his hand and the sting of nails help ground him, help keep him from outright jerking up like nothing was in the way. He still couldn't help the noises he made, soft and breathless and needy little calls that weren't full words.
His mouth felt too hot, he knew what Iwaizumi meant now when he had just been teasing him - it was too hot, too good. He absolutely won't last and he knows it.] Oh god...
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Date: 2015-06-22 12:02 am (UTC)His mouth felt too hot, he knew what Iwaizumi meant now when he had just been teasing him - it was too hot, too good. He absolutely won't last and he knows it.] Oh god...