[If he could joke about being played like a fiddle, Oikawa would think he was a well tuned instrument with talented fingers plucking every string inside him. That press into that oversensitive bundle of nerves and the mouth working his cock, it's all finally becoming too much the more Oikawa can't keep himself from arching. Drifting the hand from his mouth down, combing through dark locks, he moans his name appreciatively even as his gaze is almost going cross-eyed, vision unfocused - what really catches his attention and finally sets him off is how he meets Iwaizumi's gaze again when he peeked up.
Trembling with how the eye contact, the mouth around his cock and the fingers pounding him finally do the trick, Oikawa breathlessly tries to warn Iwaizumi before it's far too late and he is already coming into his mouth hard. Scrunching his brows together and up an letting that moan turn into a keening sound, Oikawa pants heavily even as he still rocks lightly up into his mouth.]
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Trembling with how the eye contact, the mouth around his cock and the fingers pounding him finally do the trick, Oikawa breathlessly tries to warn Iwaizumi before it's far too late and he is already coming into his mouth hard. Scrunching his brows together and up an letting that moan turn into a keening sound, Oikawa pants heavily even as he still rocks lightly up into his mouth.]