Maybe the next time I call and leave you breathless voicemails, I should go all the way through with it and let you hear me when I'm begging for you to ditch class again.

[Sucking a red welt into his abs with both hands kneading his hips, his thighs, Oikawa only lifted his head just before sucking some of that mess off Iwai's skin to smile at him with an expression of warmth, rather than lust.]