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[How could things get more gross at this point? Groggily giggling even as Iwaizumi draws out and settles with him, Oikawa strokes his fingertips in featherlight touches over his shoulders and over the fine red lines he left when he held on - ah, he scratched his back up good. The sweat on both of them might be cooling off, but Oikawa feels as warm as ever.]

I'm fantastic is how okay I am. What about you, I felt you go again, are you the one who is okay? [Teasing lightly, kissing his chin now and peppering around his mouth but not catching his lips, Oikawa traces out those new scratch marks.]