If there's one way Futakuchi would describethe way Oikawa kisses, it would be greedy. His grip can bruise and he takes before he asks. Oikawa kisses with his whole body, his fingers tangling with Futakuchi's hair or gripping Futakuchi's hips, his breaths quick and begging, his +

scent filling Futakuchi's nose, his eyes a cacophony of vibrant colors under eyelashes like cruved wings and half closed eyelids, his body against Futakuchi's. It's as if he's searching for something that will never be found, or is using the kiss as a gateway to look into +

Futakuchi's heart.

But there is never enough to satisfy whatever Oikawa is looking for. Even when the kiss deepens. Even when Futakuchi's mind gets clouded until all he can think of is Oikawa. Even when soft sighs and almost muted sounds of pleasure start to spill from both +

their lips. It's not enough. Oikawa presses on, in a search for something more, and Futakuchi isn't sure if he has anything else to offer. Maybe he has already given more than enough. Maybe there's nothing left to give. And that's why Oikawa's kisses are greed. Where a normal +

person is satisfied, Oikawa presses further.

It leaves Futakuchi breathless. The way Oikawa randomly grabs him and pulls him into a kiss. It seems like Oikawa could do it for hours. The seconds slip into minutes of Oikawa's greed, holding Futakuchi in his arms and taking all +

that Futakuchi can give and more. Oikawa takes Futakuchi's breath away.

Futakuchi prefers it that way. Even if he'll never admit it, he wants Oikawa to steal his breath, to take all he has to offer until there is nothing left. Futakuchi doesn't want his breath to come back. He +

wants his lungs to forevermore ache for the oxygen he couldn't get from the little breaths between kisses. The burn that starts up from running out of breath is something Futakuchi enjoys and he wishes it would stay. He wishes the burn to leave a mark that he would feel +

wherever he goes. He wants his lungs to never recover, to stay trembling and unable to keep up with Oikawa's greedy kisses. He wants the feeling to last even when Oikawa finally pulls away.

The greedy kisses start to make Futakuchi wonder. During the quiet moments of movie +

nights, holding hands, and being up in the middle of the night with Oikawa asleep next to him with soft breaths, Futakuchi mulls over his thoughts. Was Oikawa ever satisfied when he finished kissing Futakuchi? Did he get whatever he was searching for? Was there something more +

Futakuchi had left to offer?

When Futakuchi finally decided to bring it up to Oikawa's face, Oikawa let out a small chuckle, his eyes affectionate as he whispers:

"Kenji, I kiss you like that because I can't get enough of you."

Futakuchi considers Oikawa's words and finds +

himself content with that answer.

"Kiss me again?"

Oikawa laughs before pulling Futakuchi closer, kissing him just as always. Greedy.

Yes this is the thing I wrote last night. It was 2 AM so I'm sorry if the writing is janky