#also iwa during this whole interaction: - internally screaming -

[pridewon]

@deepsets​ said:  "iwa - chaaaaaaaaaaaan, hey," here oikawa is, draping themselves all over iwaizumi to get an ounce of attention (spoiler: it's not working out so well). lips form into a pout, looking over his shoulder to look at his work, something that wad impossibly more important than them (another spoiler: iwaizumi's world doesn't revolve around his partner but they sure do think so. call it old high school habits that never broke off). this isn't working so instead, he places a kiss upon his cheek and hands running over his shoulder s and down his biceps for the goal of just a distraction. and slowly, their hands move to his chest to give his pecs a little squeeze to slide to his waistband... and stops. the kisses are now placed on his neck, lips brushing against him. they whine. "iwa - chan, don't make me go further. i will if you don't kiss me."    ONE KISS ASK OUT OF 3 LETS GO BAYBE

Iwaizumi wouldn’t call himself a workaholic. He loves his job, and he loves to do it well, but he frowns upon poor work-life balance habits, and usually makes it a point to leave work outside of the domestic sphere, outside of the already too rare time he gets to spend with his better half when they manage to find themselves in the same country. Unfortunately, there are times when things pile up. Unfortunately, there are times when Iwaizumi has to bite back a sigh and sit down at the dinner table with his laptop to address some last minute concerns, or type up an urgent report, or whatever. It’s not fun for him - and it certainly is not fun for Oikawa.

Problem is, Oikawa doesn’t shy away from making their discontent known. More specifically, from making their discontent known in ways that they know (pretty damn well) will get Iwaizumi to pay attention to them. It’s almost a bootcamp in mental fortitude. Sometimes, he wonders if this might also be a game, to Oikawa (they sure seem to have fun with it). For a moment, Iwaizumi accepts the challenge: green eyes focused on his report, ignoring the hands on his shoulders entirely except for an absorbed hum of acknowledgement - an unspoken yeah yeah, give me a second.

... ignoring Oikawa or their hands of course becomes a bit more of a challenge the more they roam. “Tooru, I’m busy.” He mumbles. It’s a rebuffal. It is also a victory for Oikawa: engagement and acknowledgement. It’s a crack in a pretense armour, and Iwaizumi almost grimaces, all too aware of the knowing, infuriating, charming smile they must be sporting as their little plan takes shape. Be strong, Hajime. But... well, there is only so much mental fortitude can do against relentless attacks that make his heart quicken in his chest and the tip of his ears flush bright red.

Oikawa’s hands reach his waistband and their complaint is ushered against the rising hair on his neck, and finally Iwaizumi relents; a little abruptly, he turns around, grabs their face between his hands, and silences them with a kiss long enough to, hopefully, run them out of breath. Maybe there is a little bit of pettiness in there too. Don’t make it sound like you’ve missed me more than I’ve missed you. “... gimme ten more minutes.” Hajime scowls once they part (both out of breath; a little hint of pride and challenge in his eyes). “Ten minutes and I put the laptop away for the rest of the weekend. Promise.” Sigh. There really is no winning against Oikawa, is there. “But keep your hands to yourself in the meantime, or I’m moving to a hotel to work and not leaving until my flight back.” ... or maybe there is.