carmona | ( inugami dif. ver. etc etc )

( inugami dif. ver. etc etc )

[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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[The soft exhale makes his hands drop more, fingers skimming down over skin in a rush out of nerves. He's a little worried about lingering at this stage and ends up curling his hands around Oikawa's waist, pressing at the skin just above his hips. His thumbs stroke over the skin there, and it's a huge reminder that he's just as shirtless and this is embarrassing either way.

Hopefully no one needs this shed while the rain pours down.

When his mouth pulls away this time it lingers close, merely centimeters away as he focuses on breathing.]

[Breathing in Iwai's exhales, Oikawa couldn't stop smiling if he tried. Slow about drawing his own hands around from his shoulders, smooth fingertips began a slow descent in mimicking just how Iwai had touched him. A long trace along his collarbones, then downright drawing his palms down the skin of his chest until he was briefly feeling along his abs, along his ribs, until Oikawa's hands were settled in the same place just above his hips.

He was shivering again, but not for any reasons like chill or cold - it was too good to be able to just touch him and kiss him, he was starting to feel a warm coil in his gut with his hormones coming to life. Haa... what a dirty man he is, getting hard just from being touched by his best friend. Oikawa Tooru, you are a dirty filthy guy, this should be a sweet moment.]

[While his own movements had been jerky and awkward, Oikawa's drag long enough that his breath hitches. It's hard to believe they've come to this, after so many fleeting touches and even non-fleeting yet in retrospect were a million times more innocent than this. The reaction isn't incredibly quick for him, but at the slow speed Oikawa is moving he's struggling with himself.

So he shifts his head instead, pressing lips to shoulder as a means to calm his nerves. His hands slowly ascend up Oikawa's sides, careful to not tickle him instead just in case it ruins the moment.]

[There's no way he could ruin the moment short of clocking him now. Licking his lips and kneading his hands in place, straightening his back with the feeling of Iwai's hands roaming up again, Oikawa bites his own lower lip softly to muffle the little groan that threatens its way out.

When he drifts his touch this time, Oikawa draws his right hand lower to stroke Iwai's hip and trail along the outside of his thigh.]

[He isn't looking at his face, instead his eyes shift down towards the slightly open blanket, watching the way Oikawa's hands move over his body. It's like they're learning each other all over again, or at least that's how it feels to the non-perverts in the room, anyway.

Another soft kiss is left against his collarbone, forehead pressing there right after. He makes no move to stop the other anyway, even as his own hands slide to his front. Only one moves up this time though, moving until it's pressed over Oikawa's heart.]

[Shifting his eyes over to watch him, to watch his head move and feel how his hand rises up until it sits over his heart - Oikawa lets out a soft little giggle again, leaning to kiss against his hair while his left hand drew lazy shapes against his skin when it moved across Iwai's skin over his belly again.]

Can you feel my heart going crazy?

[It was thudding so loud in his own ears, he wondered if Iwai could hear it too.]

A little. [It's hard to tell when he can feel his own beating a million times a minute. His stomach sucks in a little at the contact, relaxing shortly after. His hand pulls away then, curling to take Oikawa's and press it over his own.]

I'm not doing much better.

[It's intimate. The way he leaves Oikawa's hand there, his own sliding over wrist and arm until he reaches he shoulder again. He leans to give him another slow kiss, lips melting together but with a hint of teeth this time.]

[Exhaling this soft heeeh when Iwai moves his hand and kisses him like that, he can't help melting into it. Tracing soft little heart patterns into his skin, over that beating he can feel, Oikawa lets out his groan this time. Soft and sweet and so warm, he loves this intimacy. Nothing about it feels rushed, nothing feels out of place. Now is a fine time to rediscover things about Iwai he could only think about, like how his skin feels under his touch and the way his kisses make him never want to stop.]

[The heart shaped patterns are easy to make out when his skin feels hyper sensitive right now. What concerns he'd had when they first fell asleep seem to be coming back now, especially now they're warm again. It's not even to do with anything sexual, just the fact that he knows now that the touches are with more in mind. They're not a best friend's touches, they're much more than that.

It's the noises he makes that curl in his stomach and make him chew on the inside of his mouth.]

[Murmuring his name against his mouth, finishing a last heart shape before trailing his fingertips down, slowly working downward again, Oikawa flicks his eyes open enough to watch him through his eyelashes, that smile still there. Then he is mouthing his words, soft sweet nothings, as his hand drifts all the way down to just above the waistband of Iwai's pants, hesitating only there about going further. Is he ruining the romance by wanting to touch him?]

Iwa-chan, I looove you.

[It's weird to hear admissions like that and know they're not just some playful jab. He breathes slowly, yet heavily, as their mouths part enough for Oikawa to talk and he almost wishes he didn't let him pull away. It feels louder given the little space between them, and the grunt that follows as Oikawa's hand drops feels a little rude.

He clears his throat, careful.] Tooru?

[Lapping softly at his lips with little nips and tugs, he doesn't miss a beat just yet in how he keeps kissing him even with Iwai trying to address where his hand was. Stroking fingertips across that waistband, dipping just one in a little to trace along his skin, Oikawa hummed his answer softly.]

Yes, Hajime?

[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.]

[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.]

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?]

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?

[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?

Edited (sorry i forgot i changed the end and left a bit in dkjgnd) 2015-06-14 00:50 (UTC)

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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?

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

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

YOU'RE FINE <3

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