It happens on a random Thursday afternoon. Iwaizumi looks up at his best friend and says the words, “Hey, I wanna try something.”
And when Oikawa looks up, Iwaizumi’s palm cups his cheek, and then their lips brush.
Once.
Twice.
And then Iwaizumi drops his hand. (1/4)
It happens on a random Thursday afternoon. Iwaizumi looks up at his best friend and says the words, “Hey, I wanna try something.”
And when Oikawa looks up, Iwaizumi’s palm cups his cheek, and then their lips brush.
Once.
Twice.
And then Iwaizumi drops his hand. (1/4)
thinking about #iwaoi and lazy first kisses, about sticky, salty skin and a flush that isn't only from the heat, about soft unrushed touches and confessions flowing sweet and thick from kiss-swollen lips... 🧵📖 ☀️
thinking about #iwaoi and lazy first kisses, about sticky, salty skin and a flush that isn't only from the heat, about soft unrushed touches and confessions flowing sweet and thick from kiss-swollen lips... 🧵📖 ☀️