( 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.]
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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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.]
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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.
gomen i was fine .,... then sudden sleep
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?
YOU'RE FINE <3
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.
tsuns at
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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Oh god yes.
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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.]
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There's no one he'd rather fall apart for, in front of, than Iwai.]
Yes yes!
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
uses as work motivation ... [cryingcat]
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.]
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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