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[He makes a muffled noise of protest at being manhandled, but at the same time he gets why Oikawa is doing it. Still. Looking at him, like this, is hard. He won't look away anymore, but.

He reaches up, thumb grazing the edge of bandages.]

That's because you're an idiot. [He smiles though, even if it cracks at the edges.] A lovable one, sure, but still an idiot.

I'd rather be an idiot in love than a miserable fool.

[Still stroking his hair and tracing the shell of his ear, Oikawa opens his good eye to just look at him with warmth. He's truly happy he's here now, he's with him again and Oikawa couldn't ask for more. He's alive. Slowing the kisses to stroke his face and press their foreheads together, he gave a quiet smile.]

So knock that off. I'm always going to love you, no matter what.

What if you're both? [He shifts his hold, pinching the good side of his face gently. But there's still something in the way he kisses and touches him that's... well it's full of guilt, either way.]

But yeah, I love you too but... It doesn't change what happened.

It doesn't. But stop beating yourself up over it. You weren't you.

[Drawing his touch back down to trace simple patterns over his heart, hearts over his heart with just his fingertips, Oikawa kisses the tip of his nose now.]

I forgive you. Everyone else forgives you.

[He has to bite his tongue at first, but then he shifts himself up, nudging his knees around the sides of Oikawa's hips, shifting to straddle him.]

How am I supposed to when you still have this, idiot? [His fingers slides over his face now, dropping slowly. His thumb grazes the place on his lip that had been bust.] Then there's this too.

Then when it heals in another few days or so, you'll forgive yourself?

[Snorting gently, letting Iwaizumi shift to settle in his lap like that and drops his hands to stroke up his legs and hips, Oikawa tips his head to kiss his thumb.]

I'm not holding this against you, Iwa-chan.

... [He stays quiet for a long moment, and really like a cat that follows pettings, his hips raise a little as Oikawa finishes the movement. He's not really thinking about it, even when he squirms to get comfortable again after.]

I know you're not. It's just... [He pushes his thumb against his mouth gently, encouraging him.] What if it happens again?

[Oikawa is making an idle note of the way Iwaizumi's frame follows his touch, and if he weren't trying to reassure him about how much he loves him, he'd be teasing him silly. Kissing that thumb again, opening his mouth to give the pad of skin a soft nip, Oikawa kept his hands stroking along his legs and hips and back and forth.]

It won't. I won't let it happen again. I promise. [Lifting one of those hands to reach up and curve against the back of Iwaizumi's head, curling into his hair to keep him in place, Oikawa tugged as he leaned in to meet him for a warm, protective kiss.]

You-- [It becomes a muffled mph mrghh mpph when Oikawa pulls him into a kiss, him stopping part way to give up and kiss him back. His hands lay flat against Oikawa's ribs, ears, neck and cheeks flushing at the way that he ends up trapped in. It's only when he's let free that he speaks again.]

You can't make promises like that here. Though I know you'll try again, just... [I'd rather you wouldn't. I don't want to raise my hand to you again... not like that.]

I'll learn how to fight well enough to handle you properly. That's how I'll promise it.

[Smiling gently against his mouth and cracking his eyes open to look at him, Oikawa relaxed the grip in his hair just to stroke his neck and trace the shell of his ear then, bringing his left hand up to kiss his knuckles then.]

[He looks uncomfortable with the idea, stomach twisting. Sparring during taekwondo sessions is different, they have set rules there. What he did wasn't following any rules.]

What about emotionally? I saw what happened before.msorry you had to go through that. [He'll admit it to him.]

I'm starting to think I'm a crybaby after all this.

[Laughing a little and nipping his knuckles, kissing them again as his other hand drifted from his neck down to stroking his thigh and hips again, Oikawa leaned in to kiss him again softly.]

I'll be okay. I just need you to be okay too.

You're only just realising? [Something flutters inside his chest at the kisses and nips on his knuckles. His hand twitches, body squirms slightly as he tries to tilt his face away.]

I'll be fine. I just need more time.

I never cried so much in my life since we got here.

[Kissing him again, chasing his mouth to kiss at his cheeks when Iwaizumi turns his face, Oikawa laughs a little at that and he curls his fingers more firmly against his hand to keep it near. If he doesn't let him kiss him there, fine, those kisses descend on his knuckles again, tracing out each finger with his lips.]

That's okay then, take as much time as you need. I'll always be right here with you.

I can't really say anything either.

[His eyes lower as Oikawa follows his face, head dipping too. It's hard to believe he deserves any of this, but he knows any dispute of that face will only make Oikawa angry or upset with him. He exhales slowly. Frowns.]

Mm, like I said, you're an idiot. [But his breath hitches in the middle, fingers tingling where Oikawa's mouth goes.]

Hey, Iwa-chan?

[Kneading that hand at his hip in the end with his lips resting against his palm, Oikawa turns his eyes up to smile softly at him - just this appreciative gazing, because he couldn't care less about Iwaizumi continuing to call him an idiot. Whispering I love you to his skin with his expression going a bit impish, Oikawa lets go of his hand just so both of his own are roaming up and down Iwaizumi's thighs then.]

What is it?

[His head tilts as he looks back at him, only the timing of it all is hardly fair at all. He resists the urge to smack him on the head, hand twitching but honestly too afraid to lash out anymore, even if this way would be more playful that anything else.

Oikawa's hands move soon enough anyway, both grazing his thighs in nice patterns and speed. He chews his lip as he waits, struggling to think of where to keep his hands.]

[Oikawa starts with a soft Can I touch - before he remembers last time, that he said he wouldn't tell him no, he just draws his hands up to hook into the belt loops on his pants to hold him in place and shift to sit up, leaning to put Iwaizumi's back on the bed mat that wasn't far away and smile down at him with their hips still held together.]

I want to make love to you. [Those hands can go wherever he pleases, so long as they were on him.]

[He does, at least, raise an eyebrow when Oikawa stops himself, a little proud of him for listening properly. He makes a faint noise when he's shifted, clearly not confident he won't fall flat on his ass, but he doesn't say anything as his back rolls onto the mat.

Not until Oikawa speaks again, anyway.] You wanna... [He doesn't finish it though, unsure of if he's hearing the implications there. There's a weird word order that isn't like usual and because of that he tenses up a little.] Tooru?

I want to love you.

[There are softer kisses pressed to his cheeks and nose, leaning down over him with his hands staying put - he knows what that word order means, he knows its something they haven't done yet. He wants to try, even if they don't take the full step right now.]

It's okay, if you aren't sure. We don't have to continue if you say it doesn't feel good.

[When he exhales it comes out a little sharply at first, clearly struggling with the issue. It's not an outright no, just that he's... nervous. He's never brought it up because things always ended pretty well this way too, didn't they? But it makes sense. That Oikawa might want to try it ... like this. Too.

He finally looks up, looking him in the eye carefully. He's checking that he's 100% serious before--]

...What's it like? [His voice sounds dry when he asks, but his throat is. That's just how it is.]

Kind of like taking a poop. Absolutely way better after you get used to it.

[Meeting that eye and saying it all 100% seriously, even if the part about pooping could have been a joke, Oikawa kisses softly at his chin.] But if you'd really rather not, I like what we do already. [The words are softer, gentle with asking overall - he knows Iwaizumi still doesn't get why he likes sex when his dick has to go up his butt, why it feels so good.]

[Oikawa... you really have no idea how to sell something, do you? He cringes visibly at the explanation, reaches up to tug Oikawa's hair, not daring to do more.]

Aren't you supposed to be selling it? [Though. He sighs, tries to release all the tension that's probably noticeably built up since Oikawa mentioned this.]

But it's fine, I know if I say it's too much you'll stop. [I trust you.]

Oh, you want it sold to you as romantically as possible? Okay.

[Nipping gently at his lower lip and tugging, soft when he smooths one of his hands down along Iwaizumi's thigh again and strokes the underside, Oikawa murmurs when he speaks.]

I feel your heartbeat when we're connected, I don't think there's a better way to describe feeling that than saying it's so good. It's worth it, because I like feeling whole with you. You've taken really good care so you don't hurt me, and not once have I felt sore after other than the backaches.

[Ah... Oikawa, please. Even when his lower lip is taken and tugged, and even when Oikawa's hand smooths over his thigh he glares up at him. The tone of his voice and the words make his face heat, and while he's never really considered this as a possibility, it sounds embarrassing.

The worst part is that he knows it's more embarrassing because Oikawa is being honest.]

You better not get impatient. [It's the only mutter that follows, kind of like giving him permission.]

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