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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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HAHA no it's 1:20am ... but i'm marking and typing up lesson plans [wails]

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[The sad thing is that it's not going to take too much to rile him up again anyway. His body is still cooling down from his last orgasm, and if anything, he's still sensitive enough that his erection is coming back quicker than before. He musses up Oikawa's hair into the kiss, returning up as best as he can. It's difficult when he wants to grit his teeth.

He's not surprised when Oikawa finally tries to get him to move, though he is surprised of the way he's moved. He expects him to shift it around, maybe straddle his lap instead, but when the blanket is shifted and he's coaxed into laying on his back he really doesn't feel like he's mentally catching up fast enough to this. The fingers that had messed up Oikawa's hair before are tangled tight in the strands by now, ready to tug if he does something weird.

His stomach twists in anticipation, and even with the line of downward kisses he doesn't expect anything from this. He just knows that Oikawa's mouth feels good on his skin and even the feeling of fabric being pulled away isn't going to ruin that.]

That's rare. [With him, anyway, with other things he'll tread more carefully.]

HUHUHU i'm glad i'm helping you then.... by giving motivation at least.

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[If he weren't enjoying himself so much, loving every pull he gets in his hair, he'd complain about looking like a mess. Iwai is free to make as much of a mess out of him as he pleases, honestly, Oikawa only wants to be able to make him as much a mess afterwards. Laughing softly and curling one arm around Iwai's back to prop his hips up, kissing slowly down his body, he eventually started nipping and sucking at his skin past his naval.

This was something he wanted to try, even if it's very far out of any experience he's had before; hand jobs at least he had his own hand to go by before. Swallowing over a smooth patch of skin and looking up at him from so far under the blanket, Oikawa waited until he met Iwai's gaze before he smiled with his lips brushing his cock.]

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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[At least his hair can be fixed. Iwaizumi will have no idea how to cover up the marks on his neck at this point, it's going to be a Struggle. Not as much as a struggle as he's dealing with now of course. It clicks when Oikawa's gotten too far. He's too low, too close and considering they've only just touched each other having him like this feels weird and--



he was about to tell him to wait when his hips are shifted and he's stretched up a little, mouth going dry when Oikawa's lips are brushing over him and he swears nothing in life has ever felt like that.]

Tooru, what-- [do you think you're doing?! It's what he wants to yell out anyway, but he also knows that's rude, in a sense. He's too perplexed over how they've gone from mutual handjobs to this...]

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[How will he cover up those markings? With his uniform, of course. They don't show entirely all up his neck, but then again, Oikawa bit hard enough to bruise some of them. Maybe they should be shown off, honestly. Blowing warm air over his skin and pressing patchy wet kisses down his thigh, head tipped to suck inward, he isn't doing more to his cock than those simple first brushes. No, he's going to get him fully hard before then.]

Mm? What's up, Iwa-chan? [His voice is low and husky, eyes glinting in the little bit of light they have so that his calm, warm smile is barely visible from where he's under the blanket. He might be half out of it, body a little chilled, but this is what he wanted more than the warmth just yet.]

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[He honestly has no idea what to do with himself. There's a lot of sudden insecurity over just what Oikawa's done now. He's not an idiot, and he's well aware that past girlfriends mean kisses and other things that come with it (honestly, he never let his mind linger on any of that much anyway, not even for himself) but now he's down there already he's starting to feel a little panic for whether he's supposed to know what to do with any of this.

Yet he also hates the idea of admitting it at the same time, so in the end he just freezes and tries to remember to breathe. He massages Oikawa's scalp instead, follows the way his hair flicks with his fingertips to try and hide the shakiness there. In the end only one hand sticks, the other instead shifting up to cover his arms, arm flattening out over his face.

The anticipation for something to throw him off is driving him a little crazy.]

Nothing. [It's all he can think to say. If anything, Oikawa will be able to read him anyway, will know it's a million nerves buzzing around.]

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[With how he can feel Iwai freezing up, can feel the nervous tension under all his attempts to stay calm, Oikawa has to fight with himself for a few moments; he wants to do this, god does he want to feel his pulse in his mouth even if he has no idea just what it will all be like until he starts - but was Iwai ready for it as much as he was? Turning his eyes up again and kissing his thigh all the way up to his knee, Oikawa forces himself to sit up higher.]

Do you want to wait? For this. [While he knows damn well he can keep going, he doesn't want to force Iwai up to his pace, up to his greedy wants. Just touching was more than they've ever done, just kissing and seeing each other in that breathless state. He could definitely get him off again just so he wouldn't end up uncomfortable, but he can't guarantee the state of his own body at feeling Iwai squirm under him again.]

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[It's not exactly what he has in mind either. He isn't looking when Oikawa actually stops and pulls himself to look up at him. His arm is still curled over his face, teeth dragging over his lip as he feels mad at himself for stopping this. He pulls his arm away to stop worrying the other, letting it drop back over his head to the floor for a moment. His gaze drifts, not quite meeting Oikawa's eyes.]

Do you-- [It's like he keeps forgetting how much of a mess he is right now. How tight his throat is, how dry it is and how he can't seem to get words out properly anymore.] --know what you're doing?

[He's not sure he wants to know the answer, even if it might help in the end. He isn't sure if he wants to hear "yes" or "no" either.]

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Kind of. I've watched stuff so I have ideas of how it goes. Doing it will be new though.

[Stroking his hip gently, Oikawa's voice was soft when he answered, lips pressed against Iwai's knee and he's watching him, eyes attentive to him instead of the way his body moves. He's embarrassed, he's overwhelmed, despite wanting it too. So Oikawa was right in that none of this was rejection, there was just... surprising insecurity. Smiling against his skin and picking himself up more to lean up over him, Oikawa bends to kiss him softly over his collarbones, whispering.]

I like you so much, Iwa-chan. You let me get away with too much, you spoil me... [It's okay, I can use my hand again, I just want to make you feel good.]

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Shut up... [It's a murmur at least, he doesn't mean it.] I didn't say no, I just. [His eyes flick up then, and it's only alright to admit this to Oikawa, though it shouldn't be embarrassing at all. He's not the one going out of his way to learn how to do a blowjob???] I haven't. Watched anything like it, I mean.

[If they were at home right now, he has to wonder, would Oikawa just make him watch something once they were done so he can learn more about it? He's not a visual learner in the way that Oikawa can be though. Sure he has to work incredibly hard to get things to work through action, but once he sees something it sticks.

Granted, he's pretty sure his sense of memory through hearing has gone up a notch tonight with the way Oikawa keeps talking to him.] I said it's fine, didn't I? [His voice really is getting quieter.] You can do what you want, I'll let you know if it's too much.

[Mostly.]

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[He might; he might show Iwai some of the things he learned with. They don't have that luxury here though, they only have actions they can do themselves. Kissing softly in sweet little patterns over Iwai's chest, even over his heart where he presses his cheek in place to just feel the beat, his hands were still gentle in roaming up and down his sides. Taking in what he said though, Oikawa turned his head up to smile to him again, warm and affectionate, before he moved slower this time.

Moved in a way that wasn't overwhelming for Iwaizumi this time, the kisses taking the same path downward as before.]

It's okay. I'll be gentle. [This isn't a tease, this is pure, considerate affection in the way he says it, lips already skimming past his naval again and fingertips brushing.] Don't ever feel like you can't tell me no, Iwa-chan.

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[It's probably better this way anyway, because when it comes down to it it's not the act itself or the people they'd learn from he cares about--it's the idiot dragging himself down Iwaizumi's body with soft little kisses that take his breath away. His eyes almost shut, but the warmth he can hear helps him keep them open to watch him. He slowly drags his hands away to lean up onto his elbows, arms pressing back against the floor. Cool air is already creeping over his skin as well now, but it's fine for a short while.

Still, the admission that follows feels like wool in his mouth, flimsy and still quiet despite them being the only ones anywhere near here.]

I know. [I trust you. He might deny it 90% of the time because Oikawa jokes about it too much, but he does. 100%.]

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[That simple I know speaks volumes, and Oikawa can only smile.

Peppering kisses further down until his mouth was brushing his cock again, Oikawa stroked his inner thigh before his touch roamed in further to touch him, to just touch and feel that half hard erection before he would start working to get him fully hard again. Curling his free arm around under Iwai's hips to prop them up again, opening his mouth to give him wetter kisses up and down the shaft before he curled his fingers around him once more.]

You taste like sweat and salt. [Even if he thought he might have smelled bad, Oikawa wasn't even arguing at the taste of cotton mixed in with those two; they were just alluring, strangely enough.]

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[It feels weird to be propped up like this, and he knows his neck is going to ache later, no matter how long this takes. It makes it easier to watch Oikawa though, even if at first he doesn't really know where to put his hands. One presses against the arm propping him up, palm and fingers spreading over his skin. The other delves into Oikawa's hair again, brushing it back slowly as he tries to calm his nerves.]

Sorry. [He doesn't know if that's actually a complaint (who knows with this trash tbh) but it might as well be. They were caught outside for a while. He can't bring himself to say more though when hot kisses are pressed over his cock and he groans in the back of his throat.

It's... different.

It's still fleeting at the moment, no actual grip to get him hissing until after when Oikawa's hand curls around him and now his head rolls back onto the floor. He exhales sharply, feeling way more exposed now than he had while they'd jerked each other off before.]

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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.]