[Meeting his eye just in time to see that change from embarrassment to that gasping, surprised expression, Oikawa can't help the way his own everything just lights up - he found it. Smiling, his apprehension that Iwaizumi wouldn't enjoy it finally fading, he takes on an impish look when he kisses his arm again and twists his wrist to gently roll his fingertip over Iwaizumi's prostate again before he presses on it.]
There we go... found you, Iwa-chan. [Cooing the words out even as Oikawa pressed his finger in slow circles into that sensitive place, he kept up the eye contact; that hint of a glazed look was just too hot on Iwaizumi.]
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There we go... found you, Iwa-chan. [Cooing the words out even as Oikawa pressed his finger in slow circles into that sensitive place, he kept up the eye contact; that hint of a glazed look was just too hot on Iwaizumi.]