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[That's what he has been aiming for, that sound he got out of him was worth everything. Smiling broadly and kissing his temple, whispering sweet loving nothings into his ear now with his name again and again, Oikawa snapped his hips more eagerly into him. He doesn't even register what should be pain with those scratches, Oikawa really won't even feel them until way later, far after they're both spent. Pounding into him and pinning his hips down so all he can do is take it, he grunts with every deep thrust, a lower throaty sound coming with his words.]

Love you, love you so much, let me hear your voice again, Iwa-chan.