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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[Ssh, shh it's all about us now.]

At some point. [He agrees with him, though it's mostly because where else do they have to go to right now? It's still raining, their clothes are still wet. They're a mess.] Are you getting restless?

I'm just.

[Both hands come up to gently muss with Iwai's hair, and Oikawa feels like he's being too much of a romantic fool. Ugh. He loves it, he loves this guy too much, he needs to calm down already. Taking in a few deeper breaths to reign in his need to pour affection all over him, Oikawa eventually can pick up his head and just grin at him.]

I'm fine. Just ridiculous.

[That, at least, feels nice. His hair is still wet, but Oikawa's fingers (his precious finger, precious hands that they need to keep safe) feel really good sliding through. He sighs out.]

You're always ridiculous though.

[While it's still rather mean of him to say in a moment like this, it's more subdued than usual.]

Waaah, not always, jeez Iwa-chan!

[The complaint has none of his real whining tone in it. Continuing to thread his fingers through his hair, stroking and messing with it to try and dry it better, Oikawa was content just like this. The overwhelming pass of emotions finally calmed down, and now he was just warm again inside and out.]

[This time a laugh slips out though, along with a grin of his own. It's nice to see that they're being fairly normal about this too. Like it's natural.

His hands swipe up now, gliding over his jaw.]

Pretty often.

[It's truly natural. The very best part.

Leaning into Iwai's touch with his eyes shutting, nuzzling against his hands, Oikawa ran his hands over Iwaizumi's hair one more time before drawing them away to lightly shake the dampness off - why was his hair still wet, they've been here for hours, it's a little concerning and it just prompts him to fix the blanket over him more.]

Like never, wow. Rarest occasions, like when you're being pretty cute, that's when I end up getting ridiculous because I can't handle how you make me feel.

[Completely. And well, outside of the blanket it's still pretty cold. There isn't much spare air in here to dry either. The air is damp. He isn't expecting much better. His thumbs smooth over his cheeks, but when Oikawa speaks again he pinches one side. It's not too harsh, but it's enough to feel.]

I don't know how I didn't expect you'd be a sap.

[So that means he should shut him up right? Because what sort of guy likes being cute of all things, that's where Oikawa's ridiculous. He leans in before a reply can bubble up, pushing their mouths together again.]

[He'd have started pouting if he weren't being kissed again just like that. Smiling too warmly against Iwai's mouth and fluttering his eyes open briefly, as if just to confirm that Iwaizumi was kissing him, Oikawa drew one arm around his shoulders again to stroke long fingers against the back of his neck while kissing him back. Soft, slow and languid, they weren't the chaste nervous purely happy kisses from before.]

[They're more comfortable with it now, that's what helps the change. No longer jumpy and nervous, him especially who'd ended up being dragged into Oikawa's pace yet again. This time he tries to lead though, even if it's clumsy and he doesn't know what he's doing really. His mouth brushes against Oikawa's, lips pressing over his lower lip, then upper lip, flattening out as he tilts his head. It's all a means of getting used to the feeling of it and of mapping him out.

Eventually his hands drop between them too, until his thumbs curl over Oikawa's collarbones, fingers splaying out over skin.]

[There's no rush to take over, not with Iwai wanting to lead, not with how wonderful each press felt and how it sent shivers down his spine and tingles through his skin. Soft with every reciprocation, goosebumps prickle up under Iwaizumi's hands when they drifted along his collarbones next; Oikawa exhaled this quiet little sound, something positive and wanting that touch.

He wanted Iwai to touch wherever he pleased, seeing isn't quite the same as feeling. His heart still felt like it would hammer out of his chest, but not out of nerves. Out of want for everything he was presenting to him. Slow kisses and gentle touches.]

[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?]

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