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[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.]

Kind of. I've watched stuff so I have ideas of how it goes. Doing it will be new though.

[Stroking his hip gently, Oikawa's voice was soft when he answered, lips pressed against Iwai's knee and he's watching him, eyes attentive to him instead of the way his body moves. He's embarrassed, he's overwhelmed, despite wanting it too. So Oikawa was right in that none of this was rejection, there was just... surprising insecurity. Smiling against his skin and picking himself up more to lean up over him, Oikawa bends to kiss him softly over his collarbones, whispering.]

I like you so much, Iwa-chan. You let me get away with too much, you spoil me... [It's okay, I can use my hand again, I just want to make you feel good.]

Shut up... [It's a murmur at least, he doesn't mean it.] I didn't say no, I just. [His eyes flick up then, and it's only alright to admit this to Oikawa, though it shouldn't be embarrassing at all. He's not the one going out of his way to learn how to do a blowjob???] I haven't. Watched anything like it, I mean.

[If they were at home right now, he has to wonder, would Oikawa just make him watch something once they were done so he can learn more about it? He's not a visual learner in the way that Oikawa can be though. Sure he has to work incredibly hard to get things to work through action, but once he sees something it sticks.

Granted, he's pretty sure his sense of memory through hearing has gone up a notch tonight with the way Oikawa keeps talking to him.] I said it's fine, didn't I? [His voice really is getting quieter.] You can do what you want, I'll let you know if it's too much.

[Mostly.]

[He might; he might show Iwai some of the things he learned with. They don't have that luxury here though, they only have actions they can do themselves. Kissing softly in sweet little patterns over Iwai's chest, even over his heart where he presses his cheek in place to just feel the beat, his hands were still gentle in roaming up and down his sides. Taking in what he said though, Oikawa turned his head up to smile to him again, warm and affectionate, before he moved slower this time.

Moved in a way that wasn't overwhelming for Iwaizumi this time, the kisses taking the same path downward as before.]

It's okay. I'll be gentle. [This isn't a tease, this is pure, considerate affection in the way he says it, lips already skimming past his naval again and fingertips brushing.] Don't ever feel like you can't tell me no, Iwa-chan.

[It's probably better this way anyway, because when it comes down to it it's not the act itself or the people they'd learn from he cares about--it's the idiot dragging himself down Iwaizumi's body with soft little kisses that take his breath away. His eyes almost shut, but the warmth he can hear helps him keep them open to watch him. He slowly drags his hands away to lean up onto his elbows, arms pressing back against the floor. Cool air is already creeping over his skin as well now, but it's fine for a short while.

Still, the admission that follows feels like wool in his mouth, flimsy and still quiet despite them being the only ones anywhere near here.]

I know. [I trust you. He might deny it 90% of the time because Oikawa jokes about it too much, but he does. 100%.]

[That simple I know speaks volumes, and Oikawa can only smile.

Peppering kisses further down until his mouth was brushing his cock again, Oikawa stroked his inner thigh before his touch roamed in further to touch him, to just touch and feel that half hard erection before he would start working to get him fully hard again. Curling his free arm around under Iwai's hips to prop them up again, opening his mouth to give him wetter kisses up and down the shaft before he curled his fingers around him once more.]

You taste like sweat and salt. [Even if he thought he might have smelled bad, Oikawa wasn't even arguing at the taste of cotton mixed in with those two; they were just alluring, strangely enough.]

[It feels weird to be propped up like this, and he knows his neck is going to ache later, no matter how long this takes. It makes it easier to watch Oikawa though, even if at first he doesn't really know where to put his hands. One presses against the arm propping him up, palm and fingers spreading over his skin. The other delves into Oikawa's hair again, brushing it back slowly as he tries to calm his nerves.]

Sorry. [He doesn't know if that's actually a complaint (who knows with this trash tbh) but it might as well be. They were caught outside for a while. He can't bring himself to say more though when hot kisses are pressed over his cock and he groans in the back of his throat.

It's... different.

It's still fleeting at the moment, no actual grip to get him hissing until after when Oikawa's hand curls around him and now his head rolls back onto the floor. He exhales sharply, feeling way more exposed now than he had while they'd jerked each other off before.]

I don't want you to be sorry, Iwa-chan.

[Purring his words and watching the way he moves, Oikawa hums and smiles against that salty skin before laving his tongue up his cock and swirling it around the tip while his fingers curled more firmly, before beginning to pump him again up to his lips. His pace stayed slow and even, and his eyes stayed closed most of the time - but the few times they weren't, he was clearly watching Iwaizumi and listening to every sound he would make with all of his attention.]

What-- [He wants to ask why he can't apologise for that, when really it's fair enough to wish they could be somewhere more comfortable to do this. Somewhere like on a bed in one of their houses where they probably showered once they got home and taste like soap more than salty rain. He can't remember how words work then though, eyes sliding shut as tongue (hot and wet and he isn't sure if this is actually a dream or not because Jesus Fucking Christ Oikawa--)]

Fuck... [It comes out tight and choked, eyes squeezing shut now that there's so much going on at once. He's struggling to keep himself together. Could he really take more of this?]

[In a damp, dark garden shed that smelled like seawater with a dirty blanket and their own body heat for warmth, Oikawa was more than happy to be right here with his mouth on his dick. Being home would be the bonus. Dragging his tongue down, then up again and stroking the wet mess into Iwai's skin with a firmer grip, he pressed sloppy kisses around the tip before opening his mouth to sink it around his cock, swallowing and slowly bouncing his head in place with a lower groan.

Iwai sounding so breathless again was good, so good, he wanted to work this out of him again and he wanted to do it so many more times in the future with him. Curling his fingers firmly into Iwai's hip where his arm was curled to prop him, Oikawa hardly hesitated about picking up the pace once he got a rhythm settled for his mouth and hand.]

[His body tenses as he tries to keep still, and he can feel sweat bead at his temple, slowly rolling down skin as he arches merely centimeters from the ground and from Oikawa's hold on him. It's hard to think.]

It's hot-- [It comes out as a choked gasp when he finally opens his mouth to sink it down. His toes curl and hand almost rips at Oikawa's hair from the pressure of it all. In the end he has to let go, arm covering his mouth as he bites into the skin at the back of his wrist. He twitches all over, unable to recall feeling this good when jerking himself off, and even merely minutes before... it's not as good as this.] So hot.

[He feels like he's going blind when he opens his eyes and everything is blurry, but the truth is that he just squeezed his eyes shut so tightly his vision blurred.]

[Letting out this low sound around his cock from the pull in his hair, he exhales a warmer hum when Iwai lets go, and can manage to press his mouth lower with a thicker swallow. Breathing carefully through his nose and gentle when he does have to shift his jaw around him, Oikawa strokes his finger and thumb around the base where he was keeping him upright, before slowly drawing his mouth up and off the tip with a wet pop. Licking his lips and panting softly, lapping at the sloppy mess of saliva he's left around him, he moves his hand to grip and stroke him from balls to tip with his eyes turning up to watch Iwaizumi.]

Too hot? [It's worth the salty taste in his mouth, that's what he's deciding when he sees the mess he's leaving his best friend in just by sucking on his dick.]

[He doesn't know what to do with himself when Oikawa makes a noise around him and even the hand covering his mouth doesn't save him from the groan that he makes. He knows he's a mess, and he also knows Oikawa is probably enjoying the sight of him like this more than he probably expects. He knows because of how he'd reacted to Oikawa before.]

No it's-- [Breathe. Breathe. He takes a moment now his mouth is off him, finding that his hand jerking at hi instead is much easier to cope with now.] --it's good. [Better than good, honestly, but he's a little wary of giving his best friend too much lee-way in case he uses it against him.

Then he finds it really isn't enough anymore though. He feels greedy, too greedy for it as he murmurs a soft:] Don't stop.

[He feels flustered just asking for it, knowing that there's no way that Oikawa will stop anyway, but the fact that he's asking for it... That's incredible, in a sense.]

[Staring up at him with wide eyes and a slow shit eating smile crossing his face from those two words, two whispered words that gave him too much permission, Oikawa felt for a moment like he wanted to burn this image in his mind. Then his head dipped back down again with no hesitation, his arm curling firmly into place as his hand slipped down to make room for his mouth coming down around him again, head bobbing eagerly.

Closing his mouth and outright sucking this time, pressing his tongue up against the underside with every drag up to press him firmly to the roof of his mouth, to nearly kiss the tip every time he came all the way up, Oikawa squeezed at the base again when his mouth came down the entire way finally, nose almost buried in hair, and all he could do was swallow.]

( inugami dif. ver. etc etc )

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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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