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[Swallowing as much as he can and coughing, gagging around him but refusing to let go until Iwaizumi's body was calmer, Oikawa slowly let himself up with gasping breaths. Drool and cum was a mix that hung off his chin, eyes glazed and all he can do for a moment is just breathe. When Iwaizumi came, Oikawa did, and there was a new mess squirted against the wall and on the floor from being unable to contain himself entirely. At least neither of their clothes got dirty, though the front of Oikawa's shirt might have a few dripped stains of spit.]