carmona | ( inugami dif. ver. etc etc )

Oi, look at me.

[He reaches up too, even if he's not sure what he's going to do yet. All he knows is that he can't make a decision like this, with Oikawa refusing to meet his gaze. He can feel his hands shift at his back, and the fact that he seems...nervous?

It's a little heartwarming.]

If you're being serious, don't hide away. I need to know.

[So his hand reaches around for his chin, trying to pull him up again so he can see him. He doesn't force him either though, just gives him a nudge in the right direction.]

[Shit. He could really tell. Sure, Iwai knows him better than anyone else, but it surprises Oikawa sometimes still. Tensing and not budging for a few moments, honestly suddenly embarrassed of himself for so boldly making a request like that, he slowly lifts his head with his ears coloring. Oikawa tried to hide behind an overly big smile, chuckling when he finally meets Iwaizumi's eye.]

[His mouth feels dry all of a sudden, and it's not from all the salt water or the lack of water for a long while. His thumb reaches out, swiping over his bottom lip as a frown forms on his face.]

Don't fake it.

[Not right now anyway, while he's trying to actually see his best friend. His stomach flops around and really for the most part he's dense about this kind of stuff but...

...but does he really want that?]

You don't have to if you don't want to, Iwa-chan.

[That swipe across his lower lip just colors his ears darker, the pink spreading into his cheeks even as his expression doesn't change - it just relaxes into something warmer. Oikawa was looking at him with honest affection under that big embarrassed smile.]

[When it softens that's when he knows this is real. His breath actually hitches in his throat, held down by sheer willpower so Oikawa doesn't have something over him.]

Shut up, I'm thinking.

[Because if he does this they've definitely Crossed A Line. He can't think of a time when things haven't been a little more different for them than other friends they know though. When touches linger longer than necessary. When they've been willing to curl up like this.

He doesn't recognise it, but his hand is shaking against Oikawa's jaw as he leans in.

Don't regret this don't regret this is on repeat in his head when their noses bump. Breath tickles at Oikawa's mouth and he has no idea where he's even supposed to aim here which is why the first, brief contact is at the corner of his mouth.]

[That smile quiets down so quickly when he feels Iwaizumi's hand shivering against his skin, but it's the movement forward that makes his eyes lower down to watching his mouth come in closer, watching the way he moves so gently - and that tickle of breath makes his lips part with a soft surprised hitch of his own.

He shouldn't be greedy, he should accept that so warm gesture that made his skin burn, but Oikawa feels his head turning just that little bit to line their mouths up properly and brush his lips in an almost kiss.]

[His mouth tingles even before Oikawa moves his head to line them up and then they feel like they're on fire. He's not the type to flush easily, but there's a hint of it on his skin now as his hand reaches back, curling into brown hair as a means of support.

He wants to warn him that he has no idea which direction they're supposed to go, but as soon as it starts he finds he falls into pattern with him anyway. His head tilts in the opposite direction and while he doesn't press harder, he doesn't pull away at all.]

[With Iwai's hand curling into his hair, Oikawa's eyes fall shut and he decides if he really didn't want to kiss him he wouldn't, and just plunges forward. Closing the rest of that gap to genuinely kiss him, to pucker his lips against Iwaizumi's and really feel the fact that his mouth was so soft, he exhaled the breath he didn't realize he had been holding.]

Hajime. [It's a mere whisper against his mouth, but Oikawa is already beginning to smile.]

[It's more intense than he'd imagined, though maybe that's because it feels like all the weight comes at once and his heart can't keep up in the same way. His body feels hotter than it should, even if the dirty blanket is responsible for some of that.

It's not until he hears his name being whispered that his other hand comes up, sneaking between them to rub at his own face. He's trying to fight off embarrassment, but even his lips are twitching up.]

Don't sound so happy. [He doesn't mean that though, that's for sure. Oikawa is much more attractive like this, glowing because he's genuinely happy.]

I can't help it!

[Breaking into downright giddy giggles and reaching up to gently push Iwai's hand out from between them, Oikawa is dipping in again to kiss him a second time - just that soft simple easy motion, the same as the last because just that alone makes him too happy. Funny, that this is the only kind of thing he would ever want.]

You can't tell me you aren't smiling, I'll call you a liar.

[There isn't much in the way of a fight when Oikawa tugs his hand down, though he doesn't have much of an idea of where to put it. In the end of drops against Oikawa's skin, making him overly aware of the condition they're caught in.

They're a mess.] Keep it up and I'll push you off the bucket. [It's not an empty threat, not exactly, but he'll also fall off if he tried something like that.]

If I fall, I'm taking you with me.

[There's a third kiss before Oikawa has had enough, his face is burning red and he can't keep it up without the constant smile. Shifting his arms to pull Iwaizumi in close and hide his face down on his shoulder again, Oikawa just stayed like that.]

[He breathes out, or at least forces himself to as it feels like it's stopped for a moment. His neck feels warm, even if Oikawa isn't properly touching there and it's shoulder that's being buried against. His hands press against Oikawa's back, rubs slow yet somehow sure circles against the skin.]

Grip the blanket.

[It's a warning, anyway, because if they don't straighten out soon he might lose his own legs to numbness.]

[Relaxing his arms if only to shift his grip from Iwai to the blanket while still loosely draping them around him, Oikawa lifts his head slowly so he can move with him when he does stand; he's not about to let Iwai go cold just to get feeling back in his legs.]

Gooot it~

[As soon as the words are out of his mouth he wants to regret it. He's not sure how to pull this off, but one things is for certain--he needs help.]

Grip my shoulder with one hand, you only need one for the blanket.

[He takes a deep breath, grateful that he can rely on Oikawa to trust him completely with this. One hand grips at the other teens back as he shifts his legs, pressing his knees down to the floor. It's easier than trying to move up then squirm around, anyway. At least he's off Oikawa's lap now.]

Ready? [Whether he's ready or not he pulls Oikawa tight to himself, pushing him up just enough to get the room to pull the bucket out from under his ass. His head buries against his chest as he pushes that away, hand then reaching out for the floor so he can lower the other to it. He's careful to not drop him at this point, lest it spoil the mood they've got going on here.]

[Even if Oikawa doesn't know entirely what Iwai's plan is, he does as he's told and shifts one arm around his shoulders to grip on, and holds on securely even when Iwaizumi gets that bucket out of the way. Just with the warmth against his chest from how he has to hold him to lower him so kindly down, Oikawa ends up with a broad smile all over again, endearment in his expression. Mood not ruined, good job. Once he's settled on the floor, his hands move from gripping to sliding back over Iwai's shoulders and pulling the blanket with to secure it around him again, Oikawa tugs gently to get him to sit with him.]

[It makes it easier on his legs, anyway, which he stretches out behind Oikawa, one leg on either side of his waist at the point. Whether Oikawa crosses his legs or lets him sit on the floor is up to him, but he sighs in relief now. It's cold as fuck as his feet go outside the blanket, but he can feel blood returning.]

Better.

[Oikawa is definitely crossing his legs to give Iwai a seat still, but the positioning keeps him close enough that they're both relatively warm still; except for Iwaizumi's cold feet. Once he has arranged the blanket to stay again without needing to hold it the whole time, Oikawa drifts his hands down, then shifts to lean back just enough to get his hands back and draw them as far as he can along Iwai's legs. Yes, he's trying to use his hands to keep his legs relatively warm, but he can only get as far as his ankles for how far he has stretched them out.]

Good! [Leaning in the bit he can while still trying to accomplish his goal of keeping Iwaizumi's legs warm, Oikawa rests his head on his shoulder, that smile still on his face. He's happy, just having been able to kiss him. There's nothing more that needs to be said regarding how he feels about Iwai, at least, not with how in sync they are. He knows now.]

Neeeee, Iwa-chan.

[It almost has the opposite effect though, simply because the contact over the wet clothing sends shivers up his spine. His teeth grit, grateful that Oikawa can't really see his face at this point.

At least he can play it off as being cold.

It's a little more comfortable like this. It feels more secure too, knowing he can't accidentally topple off the bucket and send them both flying. He's a little concerned about the other's knee being bent all this time, but at least this is a different position to before. They can change it up as they go, anyway.]

What?

[Roaming his hands up to Iwai's knees and down to his ankles again, kneading gently and almost trying to squeeze those pants dryer where he could, Oikawa rubbed his forehead into place before turning it so his nose was skimming against his neck now - and his voice gets quieter even if his smile gets bigger.]

I want to tell you a secret. I think you already know it though.

[He releases a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding, eyes shutting as he leans into him. Really, it feels impossible to keep warm outside of the blanket, but he knows if he draws his legs back in and keeps shivering it'll give him away.

What a dilemma.

His neck tingles too and he almost tries to nudge it away, teeth biting into the inside of his mouth at the feeling of it. They've been this close before, of course, but it's different after kissing your best friend.]

Go ahead.

[Lifting his head up enough, lips brushing all the way up his neck until he could reach his ear, Oikawa grinned at how he could feel Iwai having those mild shivers. It can't possibly be from the cold anymore. Not with how his hands keep moving to keep him warm. With his lips against his ear, he mouths his words first.

-s u k i]

[It's hard to not let his shoulder jerk up at the feeling of lips brushing over his skin, and while he's managed to keep the shivers down a bunch, he can't stop the hitch in his breath at the tingles there. Maybe if his skin wasn't damp this wouldn't be as much of a problem.

In the end, his head twitches and tenses as he struggles to keep still.

His stomach feels warm.]

Yeah, [it's soft, probably one of the softest voices he's ever used with Oikawa.] me too.

Say it for me, Hajime?

[Oikawa knows he means it even with that sweet sounding me too, but he wants the words in his voice. Smiling broadly against his skin, lips ghosting their way across along his jaw, peppering featherlight smooches all the way until he was at his chin, Oikawa just gazed at him. He was still wearing a pink blush from ears across his cheeks and even down his neck, but all facades have been dropped. Nothing but pure Tooru was smiling at Iwaizumi now.]

[His mouth feels like wool, honestly, because while he can give pretty cool seeming advice when they're in a tight spot, he lacks the same charisma Oikawa does -- and that's something that's needed for moments like this. At first he grunts, just a small sound of acknowledgement of what the other teen wants.

His hands are shaking a little and it's hard to breathe. It's not like he can't admit it, but it's difficult when so much is changing so quickly.

And Oikawa looks good like this. As actually himself, not the idiot he pretends to be.]

Tooru-- [God, it feels weird saying his given name, and for a moment his eyes squeeze shut. His skin where Oikawa's kissed burns and his fingers shift to press against his back. He knows he's flushed at this point too, there's no way he wouldn't be.] I-- [His voice is hoarse, and it's not just from lack of water.] --like you too.

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ah finally a use for homo icons [relaxedcat]

excellent i need to get my hands on some

i begged linh to let me use hers dkjgggsgd

i'll make some out of fanart later

excellent u////u

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