Thread by @VivaLaBratLife

hottest #iwaoi thought ive ever had

Song: love nwantiti (ah ah ah)

Iwaizumi hated how Oikawa could pull off looking like he just ran a marathon.

Even after a hard-played match, skin glistening with sweat and bangs sticking to his forehead, he still looked fucking delectable.

Like now, dancing in a packed club on one of the hottest days of the year.

He looked amazing.

Iwaizume was more than happy to watch him. Even from the sidelines, he could have an incredible time as long as Oikawa stayed in sight.

The man would look back at him every so often.

When his head wasn't thrown back as he lost himself to the music, or when he didn't have his eyes closed as a charming smile effortlessly adorned his face.

When he remembered where he was, and who he was with, he would look back at him.

His eyes- fuck, he loved Oikawa's eyes.

They held so many emotions in them just then.

Iwaizumi was well practiced in reading those doe eyes. As they taunted an opponent, as they hid any possible weaknesses...

He knew all those looks by heart. But this, this one look was by far his favorite.

When their gazes locked across the crowd in the dim blue and green lights of the club, Oikawa looked at him like he was everything.

Not like he looked at a volley ball. No, to Oikawa, Iwaizumi wasn't something to conquer. He didn't ignite any /fight/ or desire to win.

No. Oikawa knew, and had known for a very long time, that any and all that Iwaizumi was- was already his.

It could be unnerving at times. The intensity of a look that made you feel like you were /owned/ by someone.

But being Oikawa's was all Iwaizumi knew how to be some days.

He could only hope the same was reflected in his own eyes.

They had been each other's for so long, it would be impossible for it to be any different.

So, Oikawa looked at him. And Iwaizumi looked back.

And any time those doe eyes were diverted in the feel of the beat,

he had the rest of Oikawa to look at.

The way a few droplets of sweat were sinfully decorating his neck. Or how he could still see a tan line just under the collar of his shirt from his times playing on the beach.

Of course, more than anything else, Iwaizumi's gaze would fall

to his hips.

God, did Oikawa's time in South America show in the way he could move those hips.

No matter the song that played, fast or slow, he moved them in sync and made half the crowd around him crazy as he did it.

They could all see, but not touch.

And Oikawa had always loved to feel untouchable.

Iwaizumi hardly noticed when the other moved closer to where he was standing, feeling almost drunk at the alluring sight.

But there he was, closer than he'd been since entering the dancefloor.

Iwaizumi noticed a less agitated song started playing.

Oikawa was looking at him again. But this time, he was not moving.

He wanted something more, and Iwaizumi knew he never stood a chance of not giving it to him.

He felt his feet moving, leading him closer to Oikawa.

When they were close enough, still not daring to look away from each other, Iwaizumi felt his body moving at its own accord.

His hands went to Oikawa's hips, as the other's were thrown loosely around his neck.

Oikawa started dancing again, but this time he remained focused.

Focused on him.

Iwaizumi felt the hips he'd been admiring all night swaying under his touch, and felt himself get high on the feeling.

He thought that /this/ is what worshiping should feel like.

Holding onto something he loved and desired equally, and feeling so blessed

he couldn't let his mind or soul focus on anyhing other than treasuring what was in his hands.

The intensity of Oikawa's eyes never wavered. He held his own gaze as well.

The enticing melody kept playing around them, and Iwaizumi couldn't name a sensation more freeing.

The atmosphere didn't leave room for any rational thoughts to be had.

All he had to do was /feel/.

Always the synced pair, he saw Oikawa's gaze softening at the same time he let any remaining tension flood out of his body.

Iwaizumi allowed himself to do things he'd never done before.

And yet they didn't feel quite new. They felt right.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward until the tip of his nose touched Oikawa's neck.

He felt the other throwing his head back, a shiver running down his spine.

It's odd. How they'd both known it would come to this someday.

It had just been a matter of when.

As the song died down, Iwaizumi leaned back to lock gazes with Oikawa again.

They did nothing beyond dancing and looking at each other.

There were no heated kisses, no spoken confessions.

And yet, they felt the switch all the same.

They'd belonged to each other before that night, yes. But this- allowing themselves to give in, to give /all/- it changed everything.

Iwaizumi was Oikawa's and Oikawa was his.

Now in more ways than one.

(fin)

please listen to this song and picture iwaoi sweating and dancing close together PLEA-