( inugami au outre ve )
[It's around the third hour of classes that he starts to feel like dozing off. So far over the past 3 days nothing has actually happened. Nothing that helps any of them anyway. They're still trapped. He feels like they're stuck in a time warp, repeating the same day over and over. The only good thing in all this is that the pesticide poisoning has worn off so they can stop fussing over Tsukishima.
Granted, as he's taken to actually pay attention in class he's switched around books and accidentally left his phone, along with one of his books, in his locker. He's spent all of science doodling in his math book rather than running to grab his stuff.
No one noticed, anyway.
By the time Oikawa opens the door saying he needs to borrow him for club things (the teacher doesn't seem(??) to be happy with him, but he takes the exit gratefully. He tugs his bag with him, shifting it onto his shoulder and brushes past Oikawa to leave the classroom.]
I just need to call at my locker first, I left a few books and my phone there.
[He's pretty oblivious to the fact that today's messages may have been "important" (if you could call it that, Oikawa might--) but considering he kept being spamming for the stupidest of reasons it was the easiest way to control the situation.]
Granted, as he's taken to actually pay attention in class he's switched around books and accidentally left his phone, along with one of his books, in his locker. He's spent all of science doodling in his math book rather than running to grab his stuff.
No one noticed, anyway.
By the time Oikawa opens the door saying he needs to borrow him for club things (the teacher doesn't seem(??) to be happy with him, but he takes the exit gratefully. He tugs his bag with him, shifting it onto his shoulder and brushes past Oikawa to leave the classroom.]
I just need to call at my locker first, I left a few books and my phone there.
[He's pretty oblivious to the fact that today's messages may have been "important" (if you could call it that, Oikawa might--) but considering he kept being spamming for the stupidest of reasons it was the easiest way to control the situation.]
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All he could do was moan and beg for him to jerk him off, body arching but unable to do more than squirm mildly.]
Fuck, Iwa-hh!!
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Don't move your hands from there. [If Oikawa can pay attention anymore he'll feel the way his hands shake a little as he crawls back a bit, leaving softer kisses on his skin to try and cool him off a little, to reduce the pace.
It's all to lead him to a false sense of security anyway. He lets the hand that had pinned Oikawa's arms press against his stomach -- hard and flat on skin. After that it's all a matter of leaning forward, gaze still tilted up as his tongue darts out and flattens against the head of Oikawa's cock. He's waited long enough, might as well give him something for his patience. It probably killed him a bit, after all. Plus, this way it gives him time to cool off a bit--or so he hopes.]
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Just in time to see where Iwaizumi had brought himself, and just in time to feel that presence of tongue. Sucking in his lower lip and stretching his arms higher up, straightening his spine and shifting his legs as open as possible for him, Oikawa moaned a keening sound of Hajime through his teeth. This was going to be the end of him, but god would he try to hold on to let Iwai play a little.]
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He's wider than he looks, or maybe it's just because outside of yelling he's never really needed to open his mouth this wide and damn does he feel full. His nails bite into Oikawa's skin where he has him pinned, trying to make sure he doesn't jerk up and choke him.]
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His mouth felt too hot, he knew what Iwaizumi meant now when he had just been teasing him - it was too hot, too good. He absolutely won't last and he knows it.] Oh god...
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He also gets that it's the hottest thing he's seen and heard in his life. Oikawa is still making noises, just like before, but the softer, desperate little pleas are making him hotter and he swears he might just follow him, even if he isn't touching himself at the same time.
He pushes himself further, breathing sharply through his nose as he sucks. His eyes shut so he can concentrate, focused on hollowing his cheeks and humming hotly against him. He's not down all the way, but it's close enough at this point.]
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It was the only warning he was going to get, Iwai would have to pick his head up fast enough to avoid getting a mouthful when he came sharply. Hard enough to make him downright shake where he laid, body twisting to keep his hips still, but everything else arched.]
Hhh-ha!!
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It's just Oikawa's hairs in his hair. Just the gentle brush of fingertips and he's so hard from just watching him he can't help the way his body crumbles as well. His eyes water from squeezing shut so tightly, holding back any noise to try and stop himself from being given away.
When his head finally pulls back his face ends up a little dirty and he's coughing lightly. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, head lowering in the hope that Oikawa's too out of it to realised. But his pupils are probably blown and he's just as flushed and sweaty. It takes a moment before he drops his face down, resting it over Oikawa's stomach out of shame.
Maybe Oikawa had corrupted him more than he thought, because now his trousers definitely need washing and he definitely feels ashamed.]
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Good god, if this is how blowjobs and handjobs were with Iwaizumi, he was going to die when they actually got around to having sex.]
Iwa..chan.. [For as much as Iwai might hope he couldn't tell in his satisfied state, Oikawa caught his eye only once and smiled. He smiled so brightly, before laughing weakly when he puts his head down again and Oikawa just combs through his hair, stroking the back of his neck.]
Did I really look that good? Shit, I really do need to take pictures for you now.. [His voice still came out soft and breathless, and its with lazy pattings a bit to Iwai's left that Oikawa is fishing out his phone from his pants pocket. As much as he might want to take a picture of Iwai, he's going to take a picture of himself from Iwai's position, partially sitting up but sure to lean in enough that the bruising bites on his collarbones and neck still showed.]
This ones for you~
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He feels useless and inexperienced. Not like Oikawa really knows what he's doing either but between them both, he's got a slight upper hand here. He's also flustered because he knows Oikawa definitely realises how much power he has from this now. He stays where he is, feeling the fingers stroking over skin and hair as he comes down as well.]
Shut up. [It comes out muffled, hot against the skin of his stomach. He doesn't want to move, even if it's uncomfortable already. It's only when he hears the click of a camera that he peers up at him again, flushed and a little surprised that he's really taking pictures.] You just look better when you're being honest.
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Then I guess you're going to be the lucky guy who sees it, cause I'm not about to start being honest with anyone.
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He's gone.
To distract himself, he rests his cheek there against him, getting as comfortable as he can when his trousers are damp and he's trying to ignore the fact that his legs are going numb. He wants to kiss him again, too, but he's not sure he'll manage to push himself up with how numb his legs are getting.]
Good. [He doesn't want to share it.]
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[Purring the words even as he trailed his fingers from Iwai's hair to stroking his ears and the back of his neck, Oikawa shifted to prop himself up with one arm then and lick his lips, looking down at him with that more catlike smile.]
Neee, your pants are a mess, right? C'mere, I'll clean you up..
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I don't remember you being this perverted before. [He doesn't make a move to let him though, mostly because he's not sure he'll be able to make it through another show. It's like he's let a monster loose into the world though with how he sounds and looks at the suggestion.] I'll wash them later.
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[Making a kissy face, then shifting to lower himself down and shimmy down the most he can from beneath him, Oikawa is reaching next to hook his arms under his shoulders and haul him up the rest of the way to kiss him warmly, hands roaming his back.]
C'mere and kiss meee.
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[The texts helped a little, but it's the picture that did him in, there's no way he can deny that. He lets him pull him up, sighing as it hurts a little from how he ends up doing it. He feels gross now he's shifting, but he can't do much to salvage his underwear or trousers at the moment. He'll just have to change.]
You're so needy. [But he leans in to kiss him, one hand pressed to the bed as the other leans to cup Oikawa's face. He kisses him deeply in return, slow and loving rather than the hot bruising kisses from before.]
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Oikawa said he'd clean him up and he meant it.]
I'm so needy because I love you.
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Right?]
You-- [He doesn't know what to say when his breath hitches and his throat feels tight.]
I'm not sure if that's lucky or unlucky. [Yet his face and neck shift for more attention.]
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[With his lips on his pulse, Oikawa looks up at him through his eyelashes even as his hands start trailing down his thighs, fingertips light even with his hands grip at his hips - he murmurs the end of his words with a softer, lower tone.]
I don't want to give these things to anyone else.
[Then his lips are lifting and peppering down Iwaizumi's chest, hands gently tugging his thighs open to lean in between them as his mouth worked it's way down further and further.]
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Not to mention one round should be more than enough and Oikawa knows he'll react to him. There's no way he doesn't.
Then he says something like that which makes his stomach tighten and legs tense once they're opened.
When he speaks again his voice is low, like a whisper. He hates himself for giving in, too.] I don't want you to.
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[Sucking a red welt into his abs with both hands kneading his hips, his thighs, Oikawa only lifted his head just before sucking some of that mess off Iwai's skin to smile at him with an expression of warmth, rather than lust.]
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[He didn't have a chance to get to those, after all, but now he's mentioning it... he feels hot. Wonders how exactly it'd sound to have that gaspy begging direct in his ear. He bites on his lip as Oikawa starts to clean him up, skin itchy from the contact. He's tired, of course, but it doesn't mean he's incapable. In the end he pulls at Oikawa's hair to pull him back, breathing off as though he's fighting himself--he is.]
You can stop now.
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[Purring and not quite lifting his head with the pulls in his hair, Oikawa's smile stayed warm despite his mischievous kisses roaming down to Iwai's inner thighs. Reaching to shift one of his legs over his shoulders to kiss down further, to reach with his free hand, Oikawa rolls his balls lightly with his fingertips.]
Neee, Iwa-chan, I am the first person you've done these things with, right?
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You already know the answer to that...
[Like he's had a girlfriend back home, while Oikawa's been gallivanting off with a bunch of them. He doesn't want to think about the differences here.]
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Good. I don't want to share you. Ever.
[His time, his love, his attention. With his eyes turning up to watch him even as his mouth wanders inward to kiss up the shaft, Oikawa's need is less out of lust and being born from quiet insecurities. Would Iwa-chan want someone else? He might, in the future. He might, and there wouldn't be anything Oikawa could do about it, other than let him go, because more than being with him - he'd want Iwaizumi to be happy.
But fuck if that brings a jealous coil into his gut, a need and want for possession.]
Would you be surprised if I said I'd never gotten past kissing girls? I was always good and minded my hands. [Now he breaks eye contact, lips covering the head of his cock even as he licked and sucked like he was a popsicle.]
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i'm starting a new thread right after this for the time skip!!!
HELLA