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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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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.]

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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?]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[He can't meet his gaze after that, too flushed to properly accept it right then. Right after though Oikawa's covering him again and it's even more than before. It feels like he's everywhere at once and all he can do is open his mouth, grip at his own hair and arch his back. He desperately wants to slam his hips up but he can barely move, and even then he's worried about what he'd do to the other.

His other hand tries to reach for his shoulder but he's not close enough. His hand flails in the air for a moment, searching for anything to ground himself with when he gives up and tangles it back in Oikawa's hair again.

It's when Oikawa finally goes down all the way that his breath stops, he's blinded for real and all he can see is white. He's coming before he can even realise it, a sharp yell of Tooru ripping from his throat.

He can't stop shaking.]

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[The warning comes too late for Oikawa to do more than just take it. Gurgling around him with the sudden mess in his mouth and half down his throat, he pulls up with a heavy wet cough, but not without swallowing most of it on accident. Keeping his head down and lips close to Iwai's cock, coughing still, Oikawa wipes most of that slick mess up and off his skin so he can simply suck it down - this is all too quick to really be seen, he just didn't want to have to wipe him up with that towel again, it was going to get crusty and he might as well since he already swallowed so much as it was.

Wiping the dangling streak of white from his chin and eventually wiping his fingers on the towel, Oikawa turned his eyes up with a softer smile, moving to sit up.]

You got too excited, heeh.

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[He wants to open his mouth and tell him sorry because he didn't expect everything to happen at once -- at least not like that. He can barely register that he's breathing at this point though, eyes unfocused as he stares up at the ceiling. There are probable spiders up there. Other creepy crawlies that would be gross to imagine at this point but it's also the only thing he can focus on.

His mind has been blown, to say the least.] Sorry. [He finally manages to say it, though it's as shaky as he feels, just as tired and sleepy and he wants to pass out again now that he's had the air knocked out of him.]

Some other time I'll show you why.

[Because he doesn't think he could do anything else right now, not after becoming a useless lump on the floor. His hand reaches for Oikawa, fingers curling over the side of his face to stroke the skin.] C'mere.

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[Planting warm, lovey kisses when he eased his hips down and shifted to plop on the floor beside Iwaizumi, Oikawa took his time in making his way up his body and tugged him in to curl up close with him to keep him warm, and it was so easy to just lean into that reach. Kissing at his palm, then his wrist, Oikawa eventually leans in to kiss at his chin softly before settling down. Bringing his hand up to comb through mussed hair and smile broadly, he shut his eyes and rested with his forehead against Iwai's.]

Don't apologize, it wasn't bad at all. You want to sleep a little more before we check on the rain?

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[His eyes are already shutting, mostly because it feels blinding in here with his eyes open. He'll be okay in a while, but for now he's struggling to see still. There's no shame in leaning into the other teen, in cuddling up to his best friend with their foreheads pressed together and a sleepiness edging over him.

He's exhausted.]

I don't think I can keep my eyes open. [It's said with an almost laugh, finding it hard to believe that he could cause such a reaction out of his body. Maybe it's too much of a compliment for his best friend who will take it and flaunt it later but... it's worth it.]