billionaire brat(s) | iwaoi

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Iwaizumi cooked occasionally.

Today was one of those days.

His kitchen was open and located at an ideal place in his home where morning sunlight radiated naturally and the view outside was fresh and perfect.

Most days he was busy enough that he didn't get to cook but on days like these, he enjoyed— Iwaizumi immediately jumped when he felt cold hands on his bare waist.

"It's me." Oikawa's voice was velvet above him as his arms circled around Iwaizumi.

He put down the spatula and turned around to face Oikawa.

The sight which greeted him got him in a chokehold, ". . . that's—that's my shirt."

Oikawa laughed, "it is."

As if it didn't matter at all. As if Iwaizumi's heart didn't just do a back flip. He bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing discretely.

Oikawa was wearing a button up of his.

Oikawa Tooru was wearing a button up of his with wet hair and no pants and that damn necklace around his neck.

Iwaizumi looked away, turning around to face the counter again. His ears were hot.

"Are you okay, Iwa-chan?"

"Yes," it came out as a squeak.

Oikawa's mouth curved up, he gripped the sides of Iwaizumi's hips, "turn around for me," he whispered. Iwaizumi did, his face expressionless.

Oikawa's smirk turned into a soft smile, he put his hands on the counter on either side of Iwaizumi, caging him in.

Now he was trapped between Oikawa except he didn't feel trapped at all.

Oikawa leaned in.

Iwaizumi leaned back.

"Not much space, is there?" Oikawa hitched one of his legs between Iwaizumi's.

"This is going to end so bad if you don't stop right now." He threatened which resulted in Oikawa's grin turning even more wicked.

He only had so much self control. Oikawa was teasing him. Oikawa enjoyed teasing him, he got off on it, liked seeing Iwaizumi blush under him. And he couldn't do a single thing about it.

Oikawa tilted his head to kiss Iwaizumi's neck. He inhaled sharply through his nose, afraid what might happen if he opened his mouth.

"Scared?"

"You piss me off." Iwaizumi folded his arms and looked away. He couldn't control the blood rush to his face but at least he could control his words.

This was way too real.

He hadn't actually realised the depth of them being together but now that he was here in his kitchen, with a man so beautiful who Iwaizumi — unfortunately— liked for his personality, it was all a little too much.

Oikawa pouted at him.

When he refused to look Oikawa, the later sighed and left Iwaizumi's space, jumping on the counter to sit there. His socked feet were almost touching the ground; Iwaizumi envied his height advantage.

He picked up the spatula again and continued whipping the batter, ignoring Oikawa beside him. Oikawa's sighs were almost too painful to ignore now.

Iwaizumi accidentally glanced at him, his (Iwaizumi's) shirt had rode up a little and—

.   .   .

"Are you. . . Are you wearing my boxers too?"

"Mhm."