[It's only when Oikawa is satisfied with how slick they both are that he strokes his touch to Iwaizumi's hips again. Leaning in to kiss him warmly, soft chaste kisses but full of love regardless, he soothes that shaking. He wants to give him the time to prepare before they start, ignoring his own bodys demands to be satisfied because even if Iwaizumi says no now, he'll respect it. There won't be any needling, no convincing past what he has already done - it doesn't feel like a no by this point, nowhere in that flushed expression Iwaizumi has is a look of discomfort.
Smiling and kissing his forehead when he can start steadying his hands, Oikawa draws their hips together again to groan lightly at just the slide of skin and skin. Taking that bit of friction, continuing to rock their cocks together, he dipped a hand down to press his dick lower. Gently pressing until he found that tender pucker, he only sat there against it; last chance to tell him no.]
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Smiling and kissing his forehead when he can start steadying his hands, Oikawa draws their hips together again to groan lightly at just the slide of skin and skin. Taking that bit of friction, continuing to rock their cocks together, he dipped a hand down to press his dick lower. Gently pressing until he found that tender pucker, he only sat there against it; last chance to tell him no.]
Ready, Iwa-chan?