carmona | ( inugami dif. ver. etc etc )

[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.]

[Leaning, following him when he tips his head back, Oikawa kisses softly down his throat, feeling the pulse under his lips and the pulse in his palm and it's too good, just being able to touch him. Turning his head aside to open his mouth and lightly bite his neck, wetly pressing kisses over the various little red marks he's been leaving with his need for affection, Oikawa groans softly under his breath.

He really is a huge pervert. It's a good thing Iwai knows. Kissing his shoulder, then putting his head down to watch him again, he bounces his grip around him.]

Come on, Iwa-chan. You can let it out. [Let out his voice, let go and finish.]

[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.]

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

YOU'RE FINE <3

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uses as work motivation ... [cryingcat]