[He won't stop holding that hand when he feels he can work affection all over it, grateful still forever about Iwaizumi trying to save him that day, Oikawa smiles warmly against his skin as he peppers soft kisses over his mouth, nipping gently.]
Good. [With that then, he leans into his frame, mildly pressing Iwaizumi up against the wall where he sits almost on his knees with the other boy almost in his lap, and Oikawa just arches for his touch, lips dipping to skim along his ear.]
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Good. [With that then, he leans into his frame, mildly pressing Iwaizumi up against the wall where he sits almost on his knees with the other boy almost in his lap, and Oikawa just arches for his touch, lips dipping to skim along his ear.]
Can I make you feel good? I really want to.