[Deal with it, Iwa-chan; he can be totally romantic. Kissing softly, then shutting his eyes for a moment to just breathe in his scent and just take in everything they're doing and how much his body burns to move, Oikawa nods gently then with that little dig into his skin. Pressing both arms down above Iwaizumi's shoulders then to keep his balance, he shifted his hips back to draw out, before pressing in again and starting with a slow, easy pace. Just enough to feel that friction, but it is more than enough to get a soft groan out of him again.]
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