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Oikawa holds on tightly to Suga’s shoulders as they push their way through the crowd. Atsumu is holding on to Oikawa, and the three form a small train as they make their way to the reprieve of the bar. His vision swims a bit as they bump into people, but he always manages to apologize with a halfway sloppy smile.
When the trio finally make their way to the bar Suga orders three shots, wiggling his fingers at the bartender with a smile. Oikawa stretches his legs, testing the leather pants he hasn’t worn since college.
“You guys are seriously going to have to cut me out of these pants,” He tells his friends over the sound of the bass.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Atsumu says as he accepts a shot from the bartender with a bright smile. “Remember those pants junior year–“ he starts, and Suga snaps his fingers in recognition. He collects his shot next, knocking it back before he speaks.
“Yes!” He interrupts Atsumu with a loud laugh. “We had to cover his legs in baby oil to get those on.”
Atsumu passes Oikawa his shot. “I hope ya never feel comfortable asking me to do something like that again.”
“Too late!” Oikawa cheers. “Hurry up so we can get back out on the floor. The next set is about to start.” He takes it down in one go, grimacing at the awful taste.
“If I projectile vomit – when I projectile vomit – and ruin everyone’s night, please replay this moment in your mind.” Atsumu takes his shot anyway, and sticks his tongue out in displeasure.
The three men attach at the shoulders once more – with Atsumu now at the front – and begin making their way back into the center of the action. A new DJ takes the stage, and the trio let go of eachother in favor of dancing.
It’s been so long since Oikawa has allowed himself to go out like this. Back in college, he used to go out three times a week. He’d fall asleep in his room still covered in glitter and make up from the previous night. He remembers being able to walk off hangovers with 800mgs of ibuprofen and a bottle of gatorade. He used to have the stamina to party until 3am and then be in class at 8am. Now, however, he can tell he’s going to need a full day of laying at home to recover from this. That’s not currently Oikawa’s problem to deal with, though.
So instead, Oikawa lifts his hands into the air and sings along to the music with the rest of the crowd, and it’s like muscle memory. The way his hips swing, and his hair sticks to his forehead, and the lights and smoke make his vision blurry. He makes eye contact with Suga who gestures, bringing his finger under his nose and leveling his friends with an inquisitive expression.
Oikawa looks towards Atsumu at the silent question, who gives the two a small nod. Oikawa shakes his head. “Not for me tonight, thanks.” He yells over the music.
Suga gives a thumbs up and mouths we’ll be right back! Oikawa gives two thumbs up, closing his eyes returning to the feeling of the music. The smell of sweat in the air is a familiar one, and Oikawa dances on his own for a moment before he slows down slightly. He cracks his eyes open when he feels the presence of someone push up behind him. He’s about to snap when he feels lips move against his ear.
“Can we dance for a bit?” The man asks, hovering without direct contact until Oikawa gives an answer.
Oikawa tips his head back and looks at the stranger. It takes a second for his eyes to adjust, but when they do, his heart drops.
“Iwa-chan?” Oikawa doesn’t even know if the word leaves his mouth. But right in front of him, is Iwaizumi. He’d know those furrowed eyebrows and that sharp jaw anywhere. He remembers meeting him in a club just like this one, and the feeling of Iwaizumi’s sharp teeth on his neck. He blinks back the memories when he sees the recognition flash through Iwaizumi’s face.
“Tooru?” Iwaizumi’s hand finds Oikawa’s waist, and he squeezes. Oikawa can’t stop the gasp that leaves his mouth at the contact. “You look just as sexy as you did back in college.”
Oikawa makes a face at that. “It’s only been four years, obviously I’m still sexy.”
Iwaizumi’s face settles into one of irritation. Oikawa is very familiar with this look. “Can you just accept the compliment like a normal person?”
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Okay,” Iwaizumi relents without much argument. His right hand slips under the fabric of Oikawa’s flowy button up, exploring bare skin. It’s familiar territory, already mapped out in the darkness of their shitty dorm rooms when they were trying to make as little noise as possible. There are some differences, though. Iwaizumi finds one when his fingers brush against the silver jewelry in Oikawa’s chest. He makes a pained sound at the discovery, pulling Oikawa closer so the two can rock to the music.
“You’re a dumb puppy, just like you were back then.” Oikawa smiles around the words, laughing at the answering pressure against his sides. “So desperate.”
Oikawa is suddenly overcome with the earthy scent of Iwaizumi’s cologne, and a solid body pressed against his. “Just come home with me.” Iwaizumi pleads.
“That’s a bad idea for several reasons,” Oikawa says. “The least of which being that last I heard you were…engaged?” Oikawa asks it as a question despite knowing.
He expects Iwaizumi to tense up at the question, but instead he laughs. His hands never stop roaming. “Engaged...is liberal use of the word.” Iwaizumi’s mouth has to be directly next to Oikawa's ear for him to be able to hear, and it’s making Oikawa's eyelashes flutter with every word.
“There’s only one definition of the word engaged, moron!” Oikawa retorts. “Did you propose?”
“What does it matter? We broke up.”
Oikawa places his hands on top of Iwaizumi’s and shakes his head. He remembers the sinking feeling he felt in his stomach when Atsumu had mentioned it. He remembers thinking back to their first night in Iwaizumi’s apartment. The other boy gave Oikawa a small smile and said You’re the only person I’ve ever thought of marrying, Tooru.
When the two of them had broken up, Oikawa remembers standing in the airport with the sleeve of his hoodie covering his eyes as he cried quietly. Iwaizumi had pulled him into a tight hug, and pressed a chaste kiss to his neck. He wanted to ask if Iwaizumi really had to leave, but he knew the answer.
“Take care of yourself, Tooru,” he said. “I love you.”
Iwaizumi in the present groans, pulling Oikawa closer. “Let me take you home, baby.” He presses a kiss to the back of Oikawa’s neck. “Let me take care of you again.”
Tooru considers his options. He thinks of how long it’s been since he’s seen the other man in more than just a blurry photo on instagram. He parts his lips at the feeling of stubble against his cheek. “I have to tell Suga and Tsumu first.”
As if on cue his friends make their way back over, three girls they’ve seemingly befriended in tow. They look at Iwaizumi latched onto Oikawa's back and share a tired look. He exchanges a flurry of words with them that he can hardly remember before they’re moving on.
It's then that Oikawa is swept through the crowd with a possessive hand on his waist. He’s shoved into the back seat of a cab, and Iwaizumi crawls in behind him, slurring out his address to the driver.
“This is a bad idea.” Oikawa says it once again just for good measure. So that it’s on the record that before he had been dragged up to Iwaizumi’s apartment, he had said it was a bad idea. Twice. He had tried to stop it.
Once in the apartment, Oikawa untucks his shirt, trying to even his breath as he slowly unbuttons it. He walks backwards and Iwaizumi mindlessly follows, shedding his own clothes as the two move deeper into the apartment.
Oikawa follows the movement of Iwaizumi’s hands to the front of his jeans, unbuckling his belt in one motion. Oikawa’s ankles hit the bottom of the stairs (he has stairs in his apartment?) and he sits down on one of the lower steps. Iwaizumi slots himself between his legs and slides his hands up Tooru’s thighs.
“You smell the same,” Hajime muses, tugging at the zipper of the leather pants. “Do you taste the same, too?”
“So I’ve been told.”
The process of peeling Oikawa’s pants off is an unsexy one. He has to hold on to the railing while Iwaizumi tugs them off with all his strength. The two are a giggling mess by the time Oikawa is in just his briefs, his shirt open. He continues walking backwards up the spiral staircase, laughing as he watches Iwaizumi crawl up after him.
The bedroom is behind a dark wooden door, and Oikawa gets tossed on the bed, Iwaizumi hovering over him. Iwaizumi presses their foreheads together, his eyelashes brushing against Oikawa’s cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”
Oikawa nods and runs his hands through his partner's hair. Iwaizumi wastes no time before sweeping down and capturing Oikawa’s lips in a dirty kiss. Oikawa is so hard it hurts, and so he rocks his hips against Iwaizumis stomach, gasping into their kiss.
“What do you need?” Iwaizumi whispers against Oikawa’s slick mouth. “What do you need from me?”
Oikawa lifts his hips up so he can shimmy out of his underwear, his cock standing flush against his belly. “Wanna ride your fingers.” He decides breathlessly.
Iwaizumi nods, reaching into his bedside drawer to produce a bottle of lube. Oikawa straddles Iwaizumi’s hips and wraps his arms around his head. He lifts himself up so that Iwaizumi has more room for his hands, and moans deeply as the first finger enters.
Iwaizumi looks up at him, his own expression mirroring Oikawa’s. As if he was feeling just as good. Oikawa looks down at Iwaizumi and grinds his hips. If just one finger feels like this, Oikawa isn’t sure if he’s going to last long enough to get to the real deal. Iwaizumi’s free hand grips Oikawa’s ass and kneads at the flesh.
“Make that pretty little face for me, Tooru. I know you want to.” Iwaizumi coos, slipping in a second finger that has Oikawa trying to squeeze his legs together. The arms around Iwaizumi’s head squeeze instead, and the shorter man is pressed into Oikawa’s chest. “That’s it. Let it out, baby. Show me how good you feel.”
Oikawa begins to roll his hips in earnest, letting out punched out moans every time Iwaizumi just barely brushes against where Oikawa really needs him. He feels Iwaizumi crane his neck to get a good look at face, and looks back down in time to see Iwaizumi land a loud smack against his ass. Oikawa drops his mouth open and lets out a deep moan, pushing back against the offending hand.
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa presses his thumb against Iwaizumi’s bottom lip. Iwaizumi’s mouth obediently opens, allowing Oikawa to press down on the heat of his tongue. “Be a good boy and add another finger, okay?”
Iwaizumi listens without protest, spreading Oikawa’s cheeks apart and stretching him further. He bites at Oikawa’s thumb, licking it over in an apology before sucking it in his mouth.
Oikawa closes his eyes and focuses on the hot tension building in his stomach. He’s been leaking against Iwaizumi’s chest and stomach since they started, and he’s sure Iwaizumi is the same in his briefs. He knows if he doesn’t say anything, Iwaizumi won’t make a move to touch himself. He’ll strain against his underwear for an hour if Oikawa tells him to.
“Making such pretty sounds for me, baby. So hot and wet around me.” Iwaizumi mutters against Oikawa’s thumb. Oikawa removes his hand so that he can hear the other man better. “Yeah, hump my hand just like that.”
Oikawa moans and grips Iwaizumi’s hair. He keeps rocking his hips, shivering when he feels nails raking down his back. “You feel so good in me,” He moans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth. “It’s so much.”
“Yeah, I bet it is, baby,” Iwaizumi hums, running his hand up and down Oikawa’s sides. Oikawa twitches at the contact, his vision obscured by tears. “I can tell you’re feeling good. I can tell you can’t wait to bounce like this on my cock.”
“Hajimeeeee,” Oikawa whines out.
“I know, baby, I know,” Iwaizumi speaks softly, though Oikawa can feel his chest rising and falling heavily. “When was the last time somebody took care of you like this?”
Ha can’t even remember. Oikawa shakes once Iwaizumi starts hitting his prostate more consistently, arching his back as he bounces against Iwaizumi’s hands.
The pace of Iwaizumi fingers quickens, and he wraps a hand around Oikawa’s wet cock, grinning when Oikawa lets out a choked out moan. “Cum for me, Tooru.”
Tooru presses his knees against Iwaizumi’s thick waist and lets out a breathy Fuckkkk as he crashes over. Iwaizumi slows but doesn’t stop, working Oikawa through it until he’s twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Iwaizumi kisses his shoulders. “Beautiful. Just like I remember. Fucking gorgeous.” He praises. He lazily sucks marks into Oikawa’s neck while slowly removing his fingers. Oikawa pushes himself off of Iwaizumi’s lap, and drops to his knees. Iwaizumi looks down with an expression so soft Oikawa has to look away.
“You deserve a reward,” Oikawa says, rubbing a finger across Iwaizumi through his briefs. Iwaizumi’s thighs flex and unflex and his fingers run through Oikawa’s hair. He can’t help but yawn, the evening already catching up with him.
“No way you’re falling asleep,” Iwaizumi says in disbelief.
“I’m not asleep. I just— I need a minute.” Oikawa rests his cheek against Iwaizumi’s thigh and lets his eyes fully close when the next yawn rolls over him. He takes a deep breath, blinks back the sleep, and starts to tug down Iwaizumi’s underwear. “Told you I just needed a minute.”
“Did you just take a micro-nap?” Iwaizumi laughs, lifting his hips up.
“I’m not the same party animal that I used to be,” He strokes Iwaizumi’s cock slowly. “Same throat though.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Iwaizumi says. He hisses when Oikawa teasingly licks against his tip before taking the cockhead into his mouth. Iwaizumi lets him move at his own pace, muttering praises as Oikawa takes him down to the hilt. “I missed your mouth, baby. Missed being wrapped in your throat like this.”
Oikawa lets the words wash over him as he bobs his head, moaning when he feels Iwaizumi twitch in his mouth. He pulls off with a wet gulp, looking up at Iwaizumi with tears streaming down his face. He licks up the length of Iwaizumi’s cock and suckles at the tip. He closes his eyes while his tongue works over Iwaizumi’s slit.
“Hey–.“ Iwaizumi grunts, pulling Oikawa off of him. “If you do that, I’m gonna come all over your face.”
“That sounds good to me.” Oikawa runs his pinky down the large vein on the underside of Iwaizumi’s cock and gasps when it twitches and smacks him in the face. He watches the changes in Iwaizumi’s expression, the way his sweat rolls down his stacked chest.
“I wanna fuck your brains out,” Iwaizumi says. “Will you let me do that?”
Oikawa pretends to think about it for a moment before shrugging. “I mean, if you want to.”
He’s lifted up from his knees, and bent over the edge of the bed. Oikawa presses his face against the bedsheets, staring at the door to Iwaizumi’s closet. “I’ve dreamt about being buried in you at least once a week for the past four years, you know that?”
“Duh,” Oikawa manages to get out. “I’m– fuckin’ perfect.” He thinks he’s drooling onto the sheets, gasping when Iwaizumi’s hands wrap around his waist.
“Yeah,” Oikawa can hear the sound of a condom being ripped open and rolled on. He almost wishes Iwaizumi could go in raw, so that he could really feel the hot drag of Iwaizumi’s cock in him. He moans at the memory of that heat, the way it makes him hold his breath and try to pull away. “Don’t try to run away, baby.”
When Iwaizumi slides in, they both let out moans from the depths of their chests. Oikawa feels tears soak the sheets under him and he stretches around Iwaizumi’s length. He instinctively moves his hips, only to be stopped by Iwaizumi.
“Nu-uh…” Iwaizumi grunts. “Take your time, baby.” He grinds against Oikawa’s ass, laughing when Oikawa lets out another sob.
“Hajime, fuck me,” Oikawa pleads. “I deserve it. You have you fuck me. You have to.”
Iwaizumi sighs, and Oikawa can feel the heat of his gaze roaming his back. “All you have to do is ask.”
The pace Iwaizumi sets immediately has Oikawa’s arms giving out from under him. He grips the sheets and arches even deeper. The smack of their hips has Oikawa flushing. Iwaizumi wastes no time hitting him in all the right spots, and making sure he sees stars.
It’s like riding a bike, the way they fall back into it.
“That’s gooood,” Oikawa slurs, reaching a hand back to grip at Iwaizumi’s ass. “That’s a good puppy.”
Iwaizumi’s hips twitch at that, and he nearly doubles over. “Fuck, Tooru.”
Oikawa relishes in the feeling of his piercings dragging against the silk sheets, and the heat rolling through his gut in hot pulsing waves. “Such a big boy, too,” Oikawa teases with a strained laugh. “Making me really take it.”
“Just like you were made to,” Iwaizumi responds without hesitation. Another mark is sucked into the back of Oikawa’s neck while Iwaizumi absolutely drills him. “Look at you– gagging for it.”
Oikawa feels the fire in his stomach as Iwaizumi recharges his place inside him. He presses a hand to his stomach, moaning. “Yeahhh, harder. Harder.”
Iwaizumi obeys like he always does. Oikawa hopes Iwaizumi’s neighbors can’t hear his wails for more. more. more. He can feel his orgasm start in his toes when Iwaizumi pulls out, hand gripping the base of his cock.
“Nooooooo,” Oikawa cries out. He’s quieted by Iwaizumi’s lips on his, licking into his open mouth. Iwaizumi sucks the taste of himself off of Oikawa’s tongue, and rubs his cock along the cleft of Oikawa’s ass.
“New position,” is the warning he gives before Oikawa is being lifted up and pressed back against the cool glass of the window. His legs wrap around Iwaizumi’s waist, and he’s able to support Oikawa weight with just one arm. Oikawa tries and fails to focus on the light of the apartment coming from the crack in the door as Iwaizumi reenters him.
“Fuck yeah,” Oikawa moans out, running his nails down Iwaizumi’s back. “Give it to me.”
Iwaizumi uses both his hands to push Oikawa’s thighs against his chest, and he uses the window for support and he starts to move.
“Good job, good job,” Oikawa babbles, holding on as Iwaizumi fucks the breath out of his chest. “Such a good boy, fucking me just right,”
Iwaizumi shudders, burying his face in Oikawa’s neck. The two find a rhythm that has Oikawa kicking his feet out sporadically as he muscles spasm. The way his spine curls allows for the tickling in his feet to come back and he pulls harshly at Iwaizumi’s hair.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” Oikawa whines, attempting to get out of Iwaizumi’s grip due to habit, while moaning. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, make me take it.”
Iwaizumi locks his arms around Oikawa, preventing him from moving, and grinds his dick deep into Oikawa. Oikawa arches his back and shakes, struggling to pull away. He’s happy when Iwaizumi doesn’t allow him to win, and instead presses him harder against the window.
“Show me that cute little face you make,” Iwaizumi’s handsome face fills his vision as he fucks Oikawa senselessly. Oikawa drops a hand to his nipples and lets his mouth hang open in a silent scream. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
Oikawa cums with a shout, a fist pounding against Iwaizumi’s chest. Iwaizumi looks down at Oikawa in awe.
“Such a gorgeous expression. I remember when you used to come to my place after you partied. How you used to crawl into my bed and wake me up. I remember how you used to suck me until you couldn’t breathe,” Iwaizumi is still moving as he talks, now dropping Oikawa’s sticky panting body on the bed. “Are you still slutty like that, Tooru?”
Oikawa remembers what Iwaizumi is talking about. Some nights, he used to give the taxi driver Iwaizumi’s address instead, and he’d use his spare key, so it wasn’t technically breaking and entering.
Oikawa shakes his head as he looks up at Iwaizumi. “No, I’m an upstanding citizen now.”
Iwaizumi laughs as his hips still slapping against Oikawa’s as he chases his release. He runs his hands through Iwaizumi’s hair as he fills the condom, moaning softly the warmth in his gut.
Oikawa doesn’t even remember falling asleep. The next thing he remembers, the sun is leaking through the blinds and he’s untangling himself from a half naked Iwaizumi to scurry to the bathroom. Once off the bed, he drops down to the ground in search of his phone. Where are his clothes?
He looks down to see he’s wearing an oversized t-shirt and has a clean pair of boxers on. Iwaizumi must have cleaned him up after he passed out. He finds his phone sitting on the bedside table charging, and stands up on shaky legs. He walks towards the bathroom in a daze.
He keeps the lights off so that he doesn’t have to deal with seeing himself in the morning light as he pees.
Once he catches a hold of his breath, he calls Atsumu and Sugawara. The call is immediately picked up, Suga laying in bed with his eye mask on his forehead, and Atsumu in his kitchen eating breakfast.
Suga squints and leans towards the camera. “Are you in some kind of hole? Why is it so dark?”
“I’m in his bathroom,” Oikawa cringes at his scratchy voice. “You guys what the fuck do I do?”
“Well if you had asked me last night, I would have told you to not have sex with him, but we’re past that.” Atsumu speaks through a mouthful of cereal. “So. How was it?”
Oikawa shrugs. “It was fine, I guess. I don’t– I don’t even remember, like, most of it…so.” He can tell the is obvious the second it leaves his mouth.
Suga throws his head back and laughs at the same time Atsumu starts cackling. “He fucked your brains out!” Suga accuses.
“He did not.”
“Turn the light on! Let’s see what you look like.” Atsumu raises an eyebrow.
Oikawa sighs, standing up to reach for the light. He squints when his eyes have to readjust, but before they can, he hears his friends gasping. Oikawa looks at himself in the mirror and almost falls over when he sees his reflection. He has hickeys blooming around his neck and collar bone, and his hair is sticking out in all random directions.
“Oh he totally fucked your brains out,” Suga says. He throws his head in an exaggerated moan. “You were probably like ‘ah, Iwa-chan, fuck me!’ weren’t you?”
Atsumu shakes his head. “No he’d sound more like ‘kyaaa~ Iwa-chann it’s stretchinggg!’ something like that.”
“His voice would not be that high.”
“Uh, it totally would. Have you heard him when he sees a snake?”
Oikawa fumbles with his phone, doing his best to lower his volume while his friends make fun of him. “Do you guys ever shut the fuck up?” He hisses.
“For a price,” Atsumu wiggles his eyebrows.
Oikawa takes a deep breath, sitting on the edge of the tube and reciting the previous night's events to his friends in embarrassing detail. The two of them listen intently, their faces giving away just how invested they are.
“He fucked you agaisnt a window?” Suga’s eyes have stars in them. He rolls over on his stomach and brings his phone close to his face. “Let me borrow him for just one weekend! I promise I’ll give him back in one piece!”
Oikawa tilts his head to the side. “I can’t think of a single thing I’ve let you borrow that you returned in one piece.”
Suga pouts and rolls his eyes. There’s a lull in the conversation before Suga speaks again. “We should probably leave you to get back, huh?”
The group say their quick goodbyes and Oikawa passes by the mirror again as he readies himself to exit. He inspects himself closely, noticing his eyeliner and eyeshadow have been removed. “Always such a gentleman,” Oikawa says to himself.
When he reenters the bedroom, Iwaizumi is nowhere to be found, and the smell of food leads him out and towards the kitchen.
Oikawa considers leaving for a brief moment. Putting his clothes on and exiting with a wave. Saying, It was a good fuck, but now it’s time to go. Instead he walks down the stairs.
In the daytime, Oikawa can see how amazing the view is from the full length windows lining the apartment. He finds himself looking around for evidence of someone else living here. A pair of glasses on the coffee table, two aprons hung up by the oven, matching mugs in the sink. He inspects every picture he sees on the wall for someone he doesn’t recognize, a pose that airs just off the side of platonic. But he can’t find anything, and as he sits down on the breakfast stool, he wonders if he should just ask Iwaizumi about it.
He watches Iwaizumi make breakfast shirtless, the scratches and bite marks on his body more evidence that the previous night wasn’t a dream.
“How long have you been back?” Oikawa asks.
Iwaizumi places a plate of pancakes in front of him. “Like a month.”
Oikawa nods, pouring syrup on the stack. “And you didn’t call.” He does a bad job at keeps the hurt out of his voice.
Iwaizumi cuts a slice out of the pancakes, and gives Oikawa a look. “You don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Give me that kicked puppy look. You dumped me.” He takes a bite out of the stack, chewing slowly.
“Yeah but— that was because you were moving across the world! What else was I supposed to do?”
“Said that we could have made it work? That we’d make sure to video call each other twice a week. That we’d save up money to be able to see each other in person. You weren’t supposed to just–“
“It wouldn’t have worked!” Oikawa interrupts. “We would have tried for 4 months and then you’d get sick of it! We would have broken up anyway.” he shoves the pancake in his mouth and speaks with his mouth full. “I didn’t want to be waiting around the for day you decided you couldn’t do it anymore.”
Iwaizumi stands up straight, bracing his hands against the countertop. “You don’t get to make that decision on your own, and then ask why I didn’t call you.”
“I don’t care! I don't care if it makes me a hypocrite!” Oikawa kicks his feet in frustration. “Yes, I dumped you. Yes, I still wanted you to call me and tell me it was a terrible idea like you always do! But you didn’t!”
“You wouldn’t have listened to me.”
Oikawa rubs his eyes. “I know that,” he says.
“I wanted to get married,” Iwaizumi points out. “You were the one who was scared of commitment.”
Oikawa stabs his fork into the pancakes. “Well, by the looks of it you’ll marry anyone. So.”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous.” Iwaizumi smiles, and it makes Oikawa flush. “I’m sorry for getting engaged. I should have continued to save myself for you until we next saw each other.”
“Damn straight!” Oikawa scoffs, even though he knows Iwaizumi is being sarcastic. He supposes now it’s his turn to apologize. “I’m sorry for dumping you. I should have let us suffer through a four year long distance relationship instead.”
Iwaizumi nods once, his lips twitching up in a small grin. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
“Well,” Oikawa licks the syrup off of his fork. “Now what?”
“Now…..” Iwaizumi drums his fingers against the counter top in a mock drum roll. “We clean up, and I fuck you in the shower.”
Oikawa claps his hands together excitedly. “I like the sound of that.”