[Leaning over him to let those hands roam his skin and letting out a sweeter groan at how just Iwaizumi's touch makes his skin tingle, he kisses him again with a grin about the sore welt he can feel on his lip. It hurt, but it was so good at the same time. Kneading his thighs and pressing wet kisses down his neck again, purring his words this time when he shifted to pull Iwaizumi's hips up against his own for now - he still had to undo his pants after all - Oikawa leaned in to rock against his body.]
Love you, Hajime. [You're giving me you, by wanting to do this.]
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Love you, Hajime. [You're giving me you, by wanting to do this.]