carmona | ( inugami dif. ver. etc etc )

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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!

[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.

[He's too weak to everything Iwai was doing to him. Was it because it was Iwai, was it because he'd never really done anything like this before, Oikawa would solidly say it was because Iwaizumi was doing things to him he had only dreamed of before. Letting him pull him back to hold his face, leaning into the touch as he gasped for air and breathed, his eyes fluttering with every twist of the wrist Iwai gives him. It's so good with just that little change in motion, it just lights his body on fire - but when his head easily tips back, the bite gets a lilting sound out of him.

Sparks are dancing behind his eyelids where he can't keep his eyes open more than mere cracks, but his gaze was too unfocused. It was too much and too good and he wanted to lay back to give Iwai access to all of him, so he could see the way he wanted to stretch for him and buck into his touch and need his hands on his skin - on more than just his cock. Trembling and letting out a heady little sound when he can actually register what Iwai said, Oikawa can't help himself in cracking into a broad smile, licking his lips and gasping his words out while rocking his hips up the best he can.]

Whenever you want. You can make me look this way. See me like this anytime, Iwa-chan, just touch me and kiss me and you can have it. [He's going to climax too hard, he can feel that coming so soon, like a skydiver without a chute. He's going to hit that wall and make such a mess and he wants it so badly.]

[His mouth feels even drier just watching him react to this. He has no idea if he was similar at all, but despite all the abuse and the things he says about him, he knows his best friend has always been attractive. It's the way that he flaunts it that's the problem.

Like this though? This is when it really shines. He can't tear his eyes away. Every gasp and sound he makes sets his heart on fire, his blood boiling under his skin. It's difficult to keep track of every little reaction, even if he wants to. When he speaks like that too, like he'd enjoy nothing more than for Iwaizumi to do this to him over and over he can feel his dick reacting despite the short time it's been since he got off.]

Fuck. [His voice is dry and raspy as he curses, as he strokes the other teen faster and then he's slamming their mouths together, yanking him close with the grip on his hair. He doesn't know how to kiss like this, but he has no idea what else might be said if he doesn't mute himself somehow.]

[Licking his lips again, wetting a dry mouth with the way Iwai cusses again, Oikawa only tips his head when he feels that grip tighten in his hair and he knows what is coming; that fierce, sloppy kiss and he has no hesitation about returning it hungrily. Moaning against his mouth and lapping at his lips, tongue running against his teeth, he is more than happy to teach Iwai how to french kiss. Gladly teach him how to french kiss. He really won't be able to help himself when that increased pace also makes his hands drop, nails dragging along Iwai's thighs against his pants before sliding higher to pull his hips closer.

Close enough, but not enough to obstruct that fast pace Iwai was working him with. He wasn't going to last at all, not between the kisses and the sounds he was giving him, and Oikawa was more than happy with it. This is why he touched Iwaizumi first, why he was so okay with him not touching back until he was calmer, because Oikawa wouldn't have been able to concentrate on making him come first.

Jerking his hips and keening against his mouth, feeling his thighs tense as his whole body almost shifted to prepare, Oikawa's breaths turned into simple airless gasps when he finally comes. If he weren't so lost in the feeling, he'd apologize for the mess he was making between them. His cock was just pulsing a few sloppy streaks up, but his hips kept rutting forward for more contact even when he was coming down so slowly from the high.]

[He needs the help, he can't think about it now when all he knows is that his own mouth needs to be sealed as well because he groans at the way Oikawa reacts to him, reacts to this. When Oikawa pulls his hips closer, with his hand jerking the other off as it is, he can feel soft brushes against himself with the back of his own hand too.

He doesn't want Oikawa to learn the full extent of how he's getting to him, but the fact that when Oikawa presses his tongue against his lips and he opens his mouth for more (groaning into it, hand tightening in his hair) his hips shift a little uncomfortably too, it's probably impossible to hide.

As he pulls away to watch his final moments though he swallows, lips parted with glassy eyes because no one should look this attractive when they're such a mess. Iwaizumi doesn't stop moving his hand for a little while, letting him drag out the feeling, until he lets his hand drop. He starts looking for that blanket from before, wiping his hand and the mess Oikawa made while trying to ignore the fact that he's half hard again already.]

[With Iwai's hand continuing to work him even after he finished, Oikawa couldn't help the breathless whine that came out of his mouth; it was too good, so good, even when he was surely getting oversensitive. Sucking loosely against his mouth and panting so hard to catch his breath, he only gave a softer moan when his hand slipped away and Iwai was cleaning him up, he was done but he felt insatiable with how he still wanted more.

Kneading his hands softly in place, just breathing and pulling himself back together after falling apart for Iwai, Oikawa pressed soft sloppy kisses down his neck over the red marks he's been leaving, swallowing to clear his throat and blink to get his eyes to focus again. It was just a handjob, but it had been so good - he almost couldn't wait to get the chance to do more than just touch him.]

Iwa-chan. [That's when his attention comes to the tent in his pants again, and Oikawa is hardly hesitating about drifting his hand across and over him again, not even waiting for an answer to brush his fingertips over that half hard cock.]

Did you like watching me that much?

[He doesn't exactly rush cleaning him up, taking care to not make it too rough when he's probably as sensitive as he feels right now. He dumps the towel back on the floor once he's done, finally glancing up and back at him. His neck feels a little abused at this point and part of him dreads seeing someone later, if there are any others from home here, and them questioning why he's all marked up when they've been in a freaky place.

But he can't regret it.

Even when Oikawa looks at him like that, all knowing and making his skin crawl because he's caught out. His teeth dig into his lip, visible now from how quickly he had to bite back a noise of his own. It's barely been ten minutes. Maybe it's longer but he doubts it, not with how needy both of them had been.]

Don't get ahead of yourself. [But his voice is all messed up, hoarse and just as lost as he feels as he finds himself slipping and giving into his demands. Well, they're not so much demands as over eager offers, in a sense.

He wants Oikawa just as much, after all.]

[Letting out a downright giggle, soft and breathless still, Oikawa touches him gently despite how he wants to work him up again instantly. Soon, patience, he can do it soon, but he wants to change up how they're sitting. Kissing him warmly and drifting his hand away so he can shift the blanket and pull it around so Iwai's back was covered, Oikawa slides his hands up to grip Iwai's hips and shift him into sitting back. As much as he loves him in his lap, he wants him to lean back this time so he can get up for a minute.

Once he can shift his own legs and sit up on his knees, leaning over Iwai and kissing him again, Oikawa starts to sink down under the blanket, those wet kisses moving down his chest as his hands pulled Iwai's pants down further, keeping himself between his legs.]

I won't~

[The sad thing is that it's not going to take too much to rile him up again anyway. His body is still cooling down from his last orgasm, and if anything, he's still sensitive enough that his erection is coming back quicker than before. He musses up Oikawa's hair into the kiss, returning up as best as he can. It's difficult when he wants to grit his teeth.

He's not surprised when Oikawa finally tries to get him to move, though he is surprised of the way he's moved. He expects him to shift it around, maybe straddle his lap instead, but when the blanket is shifted and he's coaxed into laying on his back he really doesn't feel like he's mentally catching up fast enough to this. The fingers that had messed up Oikawa's hair before are tangled tight in the strands by now, ready to tug if he does something weird.

His stomach twists in anticipation, and even with the line of downward kisses he doesn't expect anything from this. He just knows that Oikawa's mouth feels good on his skin and even the feeling of fabric being pulled away isn't going to ruin that.]

That's rare. [With him, anyway, with other things he'll tread more carefully.]

[If he weren't enjoying himself so much, loving every pull he gets in his hair, he'd complain about looking like a mess. Iwai is free to make as much of a mess out of him as he pleases, honestly, Oikawa only wants to be able to make him as much a mess afterwards. Laughing softly and curling one arm around Iwai's back to prop his hips up, kissing slowly down his body, he eventually started nipping and sucking at his skin past his naval.

This was something he wanted to try, even if it's very far out of any experience he's had before; hand jobs at least he had his own hand to go by before. Swallowing over a smooth patch of skin and looking up at him from so far under the blanket, Oikawa waited until he met Iwai's gaze before he smiled with his lips brushing his cock.]

[At least his hair can be fixed. Iwaizumi will have no idea how to cover up the marks on his neck at this point, it's going to be a Struggle. Not as much as a struggle as he's dealing with now of course. It clicks when Oikawa's gotten too far. He's too low, too close and considering they've only just touched each other having him like this feels weird and--

he was about to tell him to wait when his hips are shifted and he's stretched up a little, mouth going dry when Oikawa's lips are brushing over him and he swears nothing in life has ever felt like that.]

Tooru, what-- [do you think you're doing?! It's what he wants to yell out anyway, but he also knows that's rude, in a sense. He's too perplexed over how they've gone from mutual handjobs to this...]

[How will he cover up those markings? With his uniform, of course. They don't show entirely all up his neck, but then again, Oikawa bit hard enough to bruise some of them. Maybe they should be shown off, honestly. Blowing warm air over his skin and pressing patchy wet kisses down his thigh, head tipped to suck inward, he isn't doing more to his cock than those simple first brushes. No, he's going to get him fully hard before then.]

Mm? What's up, Iwa-chan? [His voice is low and husky, eyes glinting in the little bit of light they have so that his calm, warm smile is barely visible from where he's under the blanket. He might be half out of it, body a little chilled, but this is what he wanted more than the warmth just yet.]

[He honestly has no idea what to do with himself. There's a lot of sudden insecurity over just what Oikawa's done now. He's not an idiot, and he's well aware that past girlfriends mean kisses and other things that come with it (honestly, he never let his mind linger on any of that much anyway, not even for himself) but now he's down there already he's starting to feel a little panic for whether he's supposed to know what to do with any of this.

Yet he also hates the idea of admitting it at the same time, so in the end he just freezes and tries to remember to breathe. He massages Oikawa's scalp instead, follows the way his hair flicks with his fingertips to try and hide the shakiness there. In the end only one hand sticks, the other instead shifting up to cover his arms, arm flattening out over his face.

The anticipation for something to throw him off is driving him a little crazy.]

Nothing. [It's all he can think to say. If anything, Oikawa will be able to read him anyway, will know it's a million nerves buzzing around.]

[With how he can feel Iwai freezing up, can feel the nervous tension under all his attempts to stay calm, Oikawa has to fight with himself for a few moments; he wants to do this, god does he want to feel his pulse in his mouth even if he has no idea just what it will all be like until he starts - but was Iwai ready for it as much as he was? Turning his eyes up again and kissing his thigh all the way up to his knee, Oikawa forces himself to sit up higher.]

Do you want to wait? For this. [While he knows damn well he can keep going, he doesn't want to force Iwai up to his pace, up to his greedy wants. Just touching was more than they've ever done, just kissing and seeing each other in that breathless state. He could definitely get him off again just so he wouldn't end up uncomfortable, but he can't guarantee the state of his own body at feeling Iwai squirm under him again.]

[It's not exactly what he has in mind either. He isn't looking when Oikawa actually stops and pulls himself to look up at him. His arm is still curled over his face, teeth dragging over his lip as he feels mad at himself for stopping this. He pulls his arm away to stop worrying the other, letting it drop back over his head to the floor for a moment. His gaze drifts, not quite meeting Oikawa's eyes.]

Do you-- [It's like he keeps forgetting how much of a mess he is right now. How tight his throat is, how dry it is and how he can't seem to get words out properly anymore.] --know what you're doing?

[He's not sure he wants to know the answer, even if it might help in the end. He isn't sure if he wants to hear "yes" or "no" either.]

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uses as work motivation ... [cryingcat]

are you writing porn at work HEHEHEH

HAHA no it's 1:20am ... but i'm marking and typing up lesson plans [wails]

HUHUHU i'm glad i'm helping you then.... by giving motivation at least.

trying to stay awake is hard... i'm even sat here with wet hair [bleak] this will keep me awake huee

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