[Even if it hurts, that bite feels so good at the same time - maybe Oikawa is more of a masochist than he really thought. Biting his own lip to shush the louder sounds he almost makes, opening his eyes to watch Iwaizumi almost outright squirm so he can judge if he should keep going slower or just press in the rest of the way, like ripping the bandaid, he tries to give him a reassuring smile through it all. Kissing his ear, whispering soft encouragements, Oikawa presses the rest of the way in to the hilt and shivers. Tight, so tight. His dick could get squeezed right off.
The bite mark on his shoulder, the scratches at his back, it was all still worth it.]
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The bite mark on his shoulder, the scratches at his back, it was all still worth it.]
God, Iwa-chan...