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[It's almost too much, hearing his name being called like that and the view of Iwai jerking himself off while Oikawa kept rocking between his thighs, Oikawa moans loudly and digs his teeth a bit against his shoulder. This is all too good, so good. Curling one arm around his waist to keep him pinned against him, helping to support even as he squeezes a handprint into his skin, Oikawa lets out soft whines with every gasp of air he starts taking in.

Watching him touch himself is addicting, feeling the tightness of his thighs is also addicting, somehow fucking Iwaizumi's thighs feels so much more intense than burying into his ass.]

H-Hajime..