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[The sound of the rain really is soothing, even if his mouth feels dry from the lack of water they can drink. It's been a few hours by now and while he's legs feel uncomfortable due to the wet clothes stuck there, he's warming up nicely while pressed against his best friend.

Alongside the rain there's a steady thud against his ear from Oikawa's heartbeat. It's not intentional, but somehow during their nap his head has slumped a little to nestle there.

It takes a few minutes for him to wake up properly, blearily looking at their surroundings to check everything is alright. So far, nothing has happened and the mistake of falling asleep doesn't seem to be a problem. So far, anyway. After a few extra minutes he glances up, trying to shift without waking Oikawa up too. First and foremost they need to figure out what to do from here, that's why.]

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[Rest In Peace, Iwaizumi Hajime. It's hard to focus on what's going on with Oikawa's hands when he's distracted by his mouth. The kisses, as small as they are, have a certain joy to them too. The entire thing just feels comfortable.]

Since when have I ever refused you?

[His voice is quieter than usual, offering him a card to go ahead rather than skirt around the issue of where his hand is. He'll probably jolt at the start anyway, but at least he'll be pre-warned this way.]

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[It's true, Oikawa had been afraid of a rejection for so much intimacy so soon, but they've been so comfortable with each other for years. His hand hesitates in place as his breath hitches at that permission, before he slows the kisses to just smile at him. Slowly, his hand lowers further until he was carefully palming him through his pants, tracing the shape hidden under those last layers with his fingertips.]

I can't remember. You usually give in to me with a lot of trying. [Oikawa didn't want that to be the case, not for this. He wanted that permission.]

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I-- [He has to stop to gather himself though, and while he doesn't move the contact surprises him more than it should, given that he knows it's coming. It's the reality of it, that he's sat there with wet pants with Oikawa palming his crotch and telling him that he usually fights him off more.

It's hard to want to fight back now.] --wouldn't do that for something that isn't a dumb idea.

[Because with how right they both feel right now, how can it be?]

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Hehehh, so me wanting to touch you like this, it's not a dumb idea to you.

[Tipping his head to kiss along his chin and jaw until he reached Iwai's neck and ear, Oikawa was back to whispering as his touches grew bolder, outright fondling him now.]

I want to do a lot of dirty things with you. Can I?

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[He curses in the back of his throat, eyes tight because it's a little difficult to answer when a palm is pressing down against you and your body is reacting already. He should have known it would come to this too, or at least not feel as surprised as he does when he hears his words.

He's almost regretting this, because he has only a small idea of what that entails and they're stuck in a tiny garden shed in the freezing cold surrounded by rain.]

It's what you do to show you appreciate someone, [he pauses, turning his head, biting on his own lip as Oikawa's kiss and whisper into the skin of his ear and neck. His hands grip at Oikawa's hips tightly. He hesitates then, after that, because this isn't really something he wants to discuss here and now, but they have little choice.] right?

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[He wants to do everything he can think of, but Oikawa knows they have limited options for staying warm - but with that extra permission, nodding with his nose rubbing against Iwai's ear, he lets out a soft happy sound and peppers kisses along his jaw again, down his neck to his shoulder to work as much sweet affection into his skin as he can. When his hand strokes upwards this time, it goes high enough to to hook his fingers into the waistband of his pants and slowly dip down inside them, stroking again with smooth fingers.]

Mm, right.

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[At this point it feels like his skin will never feel as though it's unkissed. Oikawa's everywhere, and it's enough that he can't help but breathe him in too. Maybe the way he thinks of it is a hell of a lot less dirty than Oikawa does. It's not like he hasn't jerked off or thought of scenarios in his head, but porn is trashy and more the other teen's style.

It's no wonder he hasn't really been as interested. Maybe this had something to do with it too.

He shifts as Oikawa's hand sneaks lower, twisting his legs until it's like he curled around Oikawa instead. He leans back a little, if only to give Oikawa access as he arches his hips. It already feels lewd, moving for him like this without being questioned. Is it right? He doesn't know but hopefully Oikawa will tell him if he messes up.]

So, you can do whatever you want. [That may come back to bite him in the ass later.]

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[He wants to do too many things with how he says that, and it's the idea that he can do as he pleases that makes Oikawa hide a groan into his shoulder. Curling his fingers around him in more of a grip now and pumping his hand, stroking right into underwear, Oikawa exhaled a soft Iwa-chan even as he turned his head to look down between them, to watch what he was doing.

Porn might be trashy, but surprisingly enough, Oikawa used his imagination more often than magazines or late night channel surfing. Just the sight though was so much better than his imagination, and that's what prompts his touch into being more firm - he was really jerking Iwai's dick, this wasn't some dream he was masturbating over.]

I'm going to run away with those words, Hajime.

gomen i was fine .,... then sudden sleep

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[It doesn't take long for him to react either, slowly growing harder under his touch. He can't look him in the eye like this, head dropping to watch the way Oikawa's hand moves. His hands are full of talent, and that isn't in some creepy ass perverted way, just the way he controls them and uses them with ease and confidence.

He bites softly into Oikawa's shoulder this time, muffling a groan as his hips shift, aching for more touches. He wonders if he gave him too much from the start, whether he should have denied him a little more but given that it actually feels good, he can't see the harm in it.

Until that statement almost feels like a threat as well as a promise.]

You-- [He breathes out, head tipping to look up at him. His eyes are narrowed now, though it's more from struggling to keep them open.] You've thought about this before?

YOU'RE FINE <3

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[Drifting his other hand down to tug Iwai's shorts and underwear open a bit more, pulling to give himself more room to grip and stroke his cock entirely, Oikawa loves the way he can keep feeling him like this. Not just what was literal feeling, not just the thick hardening flesh in his hand; he can feel his heartbeat in his palm, like this. He can feel the way Iwai bites into his shoulder, feel the groan before he hears it, feel him arching up for him.

Feels that stare when he tries to look at him.

Licking his lips and shifting his eyes over without turning his head too much, Oikawa smiled warmly at Iwai while rubbing his thumb against the slit at the top, almost purring his answer.]

Yeah. A lot.

tsuns at

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[He hates that he feels so flushed already from this. That his inexperience feels like it's showing more and more by the second. He doesn't know where to grip onto him. Doesn't know if he should be touching him back or if he can concentrate long enough to do it. If he even has room given the face that his backside is pretty much over his lap anyway.

All he can think of is the pounding of his blood as it pumps around his body and the admission Oikawa replies with.]

How much?

[He feels breathless asking it, but the idea that Oikawa might have touched himself while thinking of something like this... His hands scratch down over skin, curling into fists near his stomach as he tries to stop himself from bucking up into his hand--it doesn't work.]

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[Oikawa is honestly glad Iwai hasn't tried to touch him back yet, just handling him leaves him all the opportunity he wants to just watch him, to concentrate on his needs and wants and the way he breathes that question out. If he was being touched back, he would be too caught up in his own wants to listen as much as he wants to, but his pants were uncomfortably tight. There's no movement to get his own undone, no, he's far too into feeling Iwai rock into his touch.]

Are you going to call me a huge pervert, if I said I definitely jerked off thinking of you last night? And the night before, when I should have been exhausted from practice. [He's teasing, he wouldn't care about being called a pervert, not right now. Not while he has his hand on his cock and he's stroking him faster, wanting to make him feel so good.]

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[It's part of the reason he's trying to not move, to avoid the fact that he has no idea if they should be pacing this differently or what. He's not the type to do this often really. Maybe after a long haul of school work to relax and unwind. Maybe one day he'll just be in the mood, but it's not on a nightly basis like Oikawa is describing it and that makes his breath feel tight and heavy in his throat.

His head tips back, eyes squeeze shut, and he bites at his own lip to stifle a groan. Oikawa's hand is going faster and he can't stop himself from shifting his legs closer, trying to tighten around him and yet trying to hold back all at once.]

You-- [Shit it's hard to thin right now, like this. One hand moves to press against his face and he tries to remember to breathe properly. His dick feels tight like this, pressure building up inside him.] --really are a pervert though.

[It's not said as a bad thing, anyway.]

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[Leaning, following him when he tips his head back, Oikawa kisses softly down his throat, feeling the pulse under his lips and the pulse in his palm and it's too good, just being able to touch him. Turning his head aside to open his mouth and lightly bite his neck, wetly pressing kisses over the various little red marks he's been leaving with his need for affection, Oikawa groans softly under his breath.

He really is a huge pervert. It's a good thing Iwai knows. Kissing his shoulder, then putting his head down to watch him again, he bounces his grip around him.]

Come on, Iwa-chan. You can let it out. [Let out his voice, let go and finish.]

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[The bite gets to him, like Oikawa's claiming something that was already his. Has always been his, if he thinks about it. Not like he can completely with hot and wet kisses against his skin, the way his mind closes off to Oikawa's voice and the way his hand moves tight around him.

His eyes peek open, looks at the way he's looking at him and he loses it. His spine shifts to help him jerk his hips into his hand, his hands shake against Oikawa's skin, palms flattening out against his abs and stomach. His nails bite in a little and it's only when he forces his lips to part for air that the groan of "Tooru" slips out. He curses, hips moving one more time, grinding in a circle into his hand and then he hits his peak, coming into his hand.]

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[The entirety of Iwai reaching the end of his climax, everything was glorious to witness. Oikawa's own breathing stuttered at the view, because of that groan of his name in such a way that made his cock twitch from where it was trapped. Exhaling this breathy whine against his neck, continuing to pump him right through that orgasm, Oikawa slows his hand only after Iwai starts to shake from overdoing it.

Drawing his hand up, scooping up the mess and grabbing the towel he used for his nose a while back, Oikawa pulls it under the blanket to clean his hand before gently wiping the streak that sat up on Iwai's skin. Then he's shoving the towel out and kissing him warmly, both arms coming around to pull him in close and just hold him.]

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[His head drops forward, pressing tight into Oikawa's neck as his hands curl up over his shoulders. He just... needs a minute. It's the length of time that it takes for Oikawa to clean him up in the end, feeling weird that for once it's Oikawa taking care of him, not the other way around.

He pulls back just in time to meet the kiss at least, even if he's half concentrating on moving his hands to Oikawa's shoulders, using him as leverage to lift himself up a bit, aiming to sit further back on Oikawa's lap.

He doesn't pull his mouth away, though the kiss is lazier than before thanks to him overthinking where to put his hand, where to touch to make Oikawa feel good as well. It's also because he's tired and thirsty/hungry as hell now.

He sinks his hands down, reaching for the fastenings on his trousers to open them up. The movements are far less sure than Oikawa's had been, but he'd also not thought about this anywhere near as much as the other teen.]

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[Easily helping Iwai sit higher in his lap when he moves, when he shifts to be closer, Oikawa almost whimpers against his mouth with the feeling of his hands sinking down, already shifting how he was seated to try and arch up to a touch that he anticipates coming - god he really wants it, he wants to know what Iwai's hand really feels like on sensitive skin. Curling his hands against his back, supporting at the small of his back and breaking the kiss slowly to pant, he doesn't say anything. Doesn't try to egg him on, doesn't want to make him go faster if he's still nervous.]

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[Iwaizumi glances down at where his fingers pry open material. He still has underwear on underneath, of course, but this is utterly different to drawing yourself out and stroking your own dick. Different people like different things, and honestly he's never really considered what he liked or disliked to even recognise what someone else might enjoy.

And he really is nervous.

His fingertips brush over first, throat tight as he feels the outline of Oikawa's dick that's still trapped in place. His weight pins the other down a bit, and it's actually not a surprise that the other is letting him take his time to get used to this.

There's another brush of fingers before he turns his hand, finally pressing his palm down as his gaze shoots up to look at Oikawa's face, needing the confirmation that this was good. This was okay.]

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[The pressure he's craving, it takes Iwai so long to work through his nerves that by the time he finally does press his hand down, Oikawa is biting his own lower lip to not let out more than a needy groan. This was more than good, this was more than okay, but he wanted more. He didn't want to be impatient though and it was so hard to stay patient.

Kneading his hands in place, nails dragging against his spine, Oikawa is back to mouthing the side of his neck, leaving harder bites in place that will definitely leave little hickeys all over come a few hours later.]

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[Seeing the expression on his face as he tries to hold himself back (because while he can't read him all the time, especially in something like this--something unfamiliar) he can tell he's being patient with him. That, thankfully, warms his heart enough that he rolls his palm down harder, he rubs at him through his underwear and drags a tight grip over him before he shifts his hold enough to reach in and draw him out.

It's been a while since he's felt the weight in his palm, and he wonders how different it felt for Oikawa when he was jerking Iwaizumi off instead. Because it does. It does feel weird but when Oikawa's expressions shift it's hard to think of how weird it is.

Only how it makes him react.

He tightens his grip and strokes a few times, pumping in time with his breath as he tries to keep it steady and even. His voice feels hoarse, but he speaks anyway.] This okay?

[Unlike Oikawa he needs the verbal confirmation, needs to see and hear to know for sure because Oikawa won't always be honest -- though he figures at a time like this he may be more honest than he's been in his life.]

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[It's different, it's completely different with a different hand on his dick and it would feel strange if it didn't feel so good. That tighter grip and the strokes make Oikawa's voice keen softly, easily breathless at just those motions; he's never really had someone touch him like this before, and part of him is so proud that it's Iwaizumi and no one else. He wouldn't give this to just anyone. Shivering and struggling to stay still under him, wanting to buck into his hand more, Oikawa gasps and speaks with a soft tone, like he can't get enough air in him to answer properly.]

Oh god yes.

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[His ears feel like they're burning when Oikawa makes noises like that, and if he wasn't exhausted he feels as though he'd be able to get off from those alone. He's noticing a lot of differences in his posture now too, how eager he is for this, for him.

He grits his teeth in the end, twisting his wrist during a stroke to give more friction. It's probably a little on the harsher side, but nothing that would be painful. He just wants to give him everything and more.]

This? [He asks it again, but it's less unsure this time and more to hear Oikawa say it. To let that gasp echo in his ears like a goddamn drug, bringing him just as high.

He looks good like this--a mess that's falling to pieces but in a good way.]

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[That twist of his wrist absolutely makes him writhe in his seat, nails digging into Iwai's back as he bucks into it the best he can. It was rougher, but it was so so good, Oikawa wouldn't be able to deny liking every second of this. Outright panting, biting affectionately at his shoulder again with how he tries to answer, all he gets out this time is a keening, breathless Hajime!

There's no one he'd rather fall apart for, in front of, than Iwai.]

Yes yes!

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[It's almost too much. He wonders if he'd ever walked in Oikawa like this before whether this would have happened sooner, because he can't imagine watching anyone or anything else now. The way his name sounds sends shivers rocketing up and down his spine so he doesn't it again, twists his wrist and tries to cup Oikawa's face with his free hand to watch him properly.

His fingers thread into his hair then, tipping his head back with a gently tug so he can bite into the jut of his throat.

His hands are shaking for other reasons now, overwhelmed with a lot of realisations that come at once. When he stops the words that fall from his lips might be something he regrets later, but they're groaned out, unstoppable as he is at the moment.] You look really good like this.