[Oikawa wanted him to look even though he knew that would have been the killer blow for Iwaizumi. He wanted his eyes on him, wanted his attention, his hands, his touch, everything. Shivering hard where he laid against him, mouthing needily at his skin and groaning with how good it feels just to have Iwaizumi's arms around him, he shifts and with a final kiss over sweaty skin, over Iwaizumi's heart, Oikawa shifts to roll and flop on his side, panting heavily.]
How far? [On his back, or all the way over onto his stomach?]
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How far? [On his back, or all the way over onto his stomach?]