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Day four (iwaoi)

Soft circles being rubbed into his skin is what made Oikawa purr the most.

Add in the light coming in from the setting sun, his room that now reeked of both himself and Iwa, the sheets they'd just washed and the complete lack of clothing— it might as well have been heaven.

"Iwa-chan, I wanna go again."

The petting stopped. It made the omega pout.

"We've been at it for four days straight. Your heat's basically over."

"But," Oikawa smirked, "Not just yet."

"I'm tired."

"No you're not, Iwa-chan! I can smell you!"

"You can smell me?"

The omega nodded furiously.

Iwa couldn't help the smirk that curled his lips. So maybe this was kind of fun. With the craze of his omega's heat finally dwindling, he now had better control over himself. Which meant he had better control over Oikawa as well.

"And what do I smell like, exactly?"

"Like Iwa-chan, of course."

He scoffed, "That's not very descriptive."

That earned him a smack to the chest, "So meaaaan, Hajime..."

Iwa flinched. Ok, maybe a dying heat meant Oikawa had more control too, using his first name in that sultry voice like he was doing. But Iwa wasn't about to give in that easily. He dropped his lips to the omega's ear, giving the shell a soft nibble of affection, "Tell me what I smell like, and then maybe I'll do what you want."

Tooru thought about that for a moment. "Mmm..." he tapped his chin pensively, "Like pine."

"Pine?"

The omega nodded, more sure of himself, "You smell like Christmas, Iwa-chan." He added with a warm snuggle to the alpha's chest.

Ok, so maybe that shouldn't have been as big a deal as it was. But if there was one thing Oikawa Tooru LOVED, it was Christmas. So it only made sense that the alpha was blushing all sorts of shades of red. But again, not like he was gonna let Tooru see that.

He replied with a slow and lazy kiss, tongue languidly licking the inside of the omega's mouth. It wasn't long before his omega had their legs tangled, helping himself to Iwa's thighs. After four days of this, Iwa began to realize it was something the omega greatly enjoyed.

"Iwa-chan," he murmured, their lips still touching, "Come onnnn..."

"You're spoiled."

"Only because you spoil me~"

That earned him a sharp bite to the neck, Oikawa letting out a high yelp and Iwa chuckling against the excited skin. "You make it too easy, Tooru."

Oh, that was cute. That pouty face he got. The way his cheeks puffed up and his bottom lip was just sticking out ever so slightly. He was just about to kiss him again, but the omega grabbed Iwa's face, both his palms on either cheek. "Not nice, Iwa-chan."

Iwa couldn't help but just take in the sight in front of him. Because Tooru looked absolutely wrecked. Anyone would be, no matter how much Iwa made sure Oikawa was still eating and showering. But the omega definitely looked like he'd gotten a damn good fucking. Which certainly stroked the alpha's ego. A lot.

Not to mention the omega still wanted more. And it's not like Iwa was that tired. "Fine," he gave in, "One more time, but then I gotta go home. Some of us don't have the day off tomorrow."