[Biting his own lower lip again at that first press in, groaning lower with the second press and feeling his eyes flutter instead of seeing, Oikawa sticks his tongue out after sucking in a breath and remains absolute pudding for Iwaizumi to manipulate as he needs. It's so good, he fills him up just right, he could never want something other than this ever.]
Are you making love to me? [There is a difference, between fucking and making love; this already felt like making love, for how gentle Iwaizumi has been while still relentlessly opening him up.]
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Are you making love to me? [There is a difference, between fucking and making love; this already felt like making love, for how gentle Iwaizumi has been while still relentlessly opening him up.]