[There's always something special about Iwaizumi saying his name. Like it reinforces their bond, when he says Iwaizumi's often enough for the important times and reasons and yet Iwaizumi saying it now just feels like something else. His purrs became softer little groans with that roaming touch, and when he ruts his hips down against his again, Oikawa has to draw his frame away enough to start fussing with his pants. Flipping the belt, pulling it and throwing it carelessly, he was almost downright hasty in stripping himself down. He didn't want to keep Iwaizumi waiting, he didn't want to wait anymore either - so when he has to draw away entirely just to throw his clothes out of the way, Oikawa still tips his head down to kiss Iwaizumi's abdomen just below his naval.
Once he has everything out of the way and another handful of lube, he drops his touch to fondle himself, slicking his cock up and smearing everything leftover from his spikers balls down over his asshole again - he desperately doesn't want to hurt him.]
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Once he has everything out of the way and another handful of lube, he drops his touch to fondle himself, slicking his cock up and smearing everything leftover from his spikers balls down over his asshole again - he desperately doesn't want to hurt him.]