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oikawa and iwaizumi could try every position while fucking and still end up going back to the few where they can look each other in the eye because they simply can’t stand not to.

they need to kiss every second, between every dirty word and every teasing joke and every breathless praise and every moaned name. kiss slow when they’re just getting started, sweet when they laugh because ‘that tickles, iwa-chan’ and because ‘you’re such an idiot, shittykawa’, kiss with more tongue than lips when things get hotter, soft bites pressed into one lip and other. messy kisses with their teeth knocking together when they’re right on the edge.

on lips and cheeks and eyelids and necks and shoulders and chests. reaching every inch of skin they’ve traced with so much devotion that they know it by heart at their fingertips.

and looking at each other. above all, looking. they need to really see each other, go over the image burned into their retinas of the way hajime’s falls apart into gasps when he comes, and the way tooru throws his head back panting, eyes squeezed shut when he’s getting close.

there are probably thousand positions out there and they might start with them, but they always end up in the same ones, the ones that let them connect with all five senses because eventually they’ll be far apart again and those senses will become useless, and tooru’s eyes have this really, really pretty and really, really hot way of shining when he gets lost in pleasure that hajime never gets tired of watching, and there’s this soft crease between hajime’s brows when he loses himself in pleasure that tooru loves smoothing over with his thumbs.

and the smell of clean sheets mixed with hajime’s deodorant and oikawa’s mist and sweat and sex clings together so perfectly, and they sound so good moaning into each other’s ears and they can lick at jawlines and tears on cheeks without either of them thinking it’s gross.

and neither of them wants to miss any of it.

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they’re soooo hot for their own good

this drawing inspired by this picture i saw