[Nuzzling into both of his palms with kisses wetting one palm, Oikawa turned his head to lave attention into Iwai's right hand - before gently guiding his pointer and middle finger in his mouth to suck on. Iwai might realize what he's up to with that, but even if he doesn't, Oikawa doesn't explain, he just slowly works on soaking them while rolling his hips again more eagerly into his thigh.]
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You love me anyway.