[Oikawa is well aware of how much Iwaizumi can't actually do anything with his other hand, and yet he begged for that touch anyway - even just the slow press of those bandages helped though. Those little rubs into him are going to kill him, good god, it's too good just with that pressure even and his thighs utterly shake with keeping himself together. Oikawa still smiles, he still watches him through his eyelashes as he breathes his words out.]
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So much, give it to me, Hajime.