[It's good, it's so good, it's better than fucking any day. There's enough friction to keep Oikawa from needing too much all at once like he'd usually tease to get, and these kisses are more than satisfying enough that when he is returning them with sweeter hums, nipping at that tongue when it dips in far enough and meeting it with softer licks of his own, Oikawa tugs gently at his wrists this time. Iwaizumi's slow sweet pace keeps bringing him back down where he can't get lost, where he can just enjoy the sensations, and he wants to keep this.]

If you feel like I'm starting to take control, tie them again. I want this. I don't... know how to control myself with you. [He'll absolutely try, is what he's trying to say when he kisses his nose then.]