[Shivering with the words alone, needing to turn his head to meet his mouth but just to breathe against his lips, Oikawa lets his eyes shut as he lets those four words just wash over him. Taking in just the soft sounds Iwaizumi still made and the warmth around him, he's well aware of the sweaty mess they both are after all this - there's a squishy, sloppy mess that was dumped inside him after all, and even if it feels a little strange, it's good.
Maybe it's the combined mess in him and the way Iwaizumi's breath and voice made him shudder, because Oikawa was so sure he wasn't going to finish so soon with him, and then that feeling of time speeding up catches him and his hands are clutching his shoulders. Gasping, breathing in deep through parted lips and exhaling a low, sweet sound that was all air and one word, Hajime, Oikawa comes almost too easily with his hips raising into that tight hand and his body clamping tight around him.
It's only easy because Iwaizumi worked it out of him, really.]
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Maybe it's the combined mess in him and the way Iwaizumi's breath and voice made him shudder, because Oikawa was so sure he wasn't going to finish so soon with him, and then that feeling of time speeding up catches him and his hands are clutching his shoulders. Gasping, breathing in deep through parted lips and exhaling a low, sweet sound that was all air and one word, Hajime, Oikawa comes almost too easily with his hips raising into that tight hand and his body clamping tight around him.
It's only easy because Iwaizumi worked it out of him, really.]