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( 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.]

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Are you trying to say you're not a romantic at heart?

[The sweetness shifts into giving him a little squinted look, poking his sides lightly, but the fact that it seems okay now is good. Right?]

Don't reject my looove, Iwa-chan!

I wouldn't know, would I? [These are his first experiences with it. It's weird, either way. Too sappy, not sappy enough.

What is he even supposed to do at certain parts? Was he being irrational before?]

And I never said I was rejecting anything.

[Oikawa keeps gently poking and prodding his sides and stroking his cheek, starting to grin again.]

I guess not. So do you want to take a nap, or do you want to clean up and go get something to eat?

[He wanted to stay here, he couldn't give a shit less about going anywhere just yet - they had plenty of time before anyone would be coming here anyway.]

Nap. [It comes with little hesitation, but:] Though just because we aren't moving doesn't mean we can't clean up first, Shittykawa. I'm not laying about in this kind of state.

[What if someone comes back early??? You never know?!]

Hehehhh. But I like seeing you all bared for me.

[Snickering and leaning in to steal a soft, too affectionate kiss, Oikawa was moving to sit up in the next moment and shift to stretch - he was pretty bare himself still too, and it took a moment when he stood to figure out where half of his clothes went. Moving around to fetch clothes, actually tossing Iwaizumi the wrong shirt first just to see if he'd notice, Oikawa happily shrugged on the button down with little tears at the button holes, enjoying that while it fits tight across the chest? It certainly gives him plenty of room at his shoulders and arms.

Waah, his best friend is too buff for his own good, not that Oikawa would complain ever.]

It's too risky. [He doesn't want Yachi or Hinami walking in on this. They're girls for one thing, too young for another. He takes the shirt, though he doesn't properly realise it isn't his until he tugs it on and it feels a bit uncomfortable, especially when he tries to bend his arm at the elbow and--]

Oikawa? [Why are you giving him your own shirt... There's no way he hasn't noticed. Surely.]

[Grinning at Iwaizumi even more when he seems to realize it, Oikawa winks at him and continues buttoning up the one on him, almost cheekily turning to go looking for their jackets next.]

What, maybe I want to wear your clothes.

[He swallows at that, not bothering to button his up. It's no where near as comfortable, though it's a little longer on him. It would cover. Stuff. If he buttoned it up.

Instead he concentrates on sorting out his trousers and underwear from before, instead tugging on a clean pair of underwear along with his shorts. It's easier than messing around right now, he'll sort the rest out later.]

Nearly finished?

[Pulling up his underwear and pants and working at the belt, working to tuck his shirt in properly, Oikawa flashed him a smile and a peace sign, before tossing Iwai his jacket while sliding on his own.]

Yup, all ready!

[They can use them as blankets at least, right?]

[There's a frown that follows just how dressed Oikawa is getting. Is he not doing enough? In the end he decides to not really care. He's covered enough, so after pulling the jacket on top of himself he just rolls onto his side, huddling under that.

He's too tired to care, but at least his irritation is gone now.]

[Flumping onto the mat beside Iwaizumi and curling right up against him, Oikawa shuts his eyes and yawns to settle in for this good nap - well earned, for all the trouble they've gone through. Even after they've both been asleep for a few hours, Oikawa is the first to wake with the lunch bell going off. Yawning and sitting up, stretching, he turned his eyes down to watch Iwaizumi sleep for a bit longer, before getting a naughty little idea.

What, he's honestly helping him out... Iwai had a boner in his sleep and Oikawa was just going to help him get rid of it.

Shifting to slip off the mat enough to move around and gently part Iwai's legs, he leaned in to lightly work his pants open and tugged them down enough to press warm, loving kisses down his belly. It feels like this sort of action comes naturally now, for the few times he's actually done it, but tasting his friends skin was so good.]

[He's too exhausted to even hear the bells. His eyes shift under the lids a little when he's moved, but even then he's so deep into his sleep that he just mumbles a little at the feeling of change. He feels cooler, with his jacket only half covering him now, chest out in the open because he hadn't shut it properly.

His legs feel weird too, but all he does is make a small noise of protest at being disturbed from deep sleep. He doesn't know what's going on.]

[Smiling at those sleepy mumbles even as he tugs Iwai's underwear down, Oikawa kisses his half hard dick and smooths his lips over the tip before opening his mouth to slowly sink his mouth around him. He still tasted good, a little like sweat, a little like sex - a little like cotton from his underwear. Stretching one hand slowly up Iwai's body without needing to lift his head, he stroked easy patterns into his skin, tracing his ribs and even reaching just high enough to gently thumb a nipple, Oikawa hummed warmly around him.

This is a good lunch, though they really should get some real food after Oikawa wakes him up. A diet of water and cum isn't exactly a balanced breakfast.] Love you, Iwa-chan, love you lots..

[It's a dream is his first thought when he feels warmth soak up his cock. His head rolls to the side, he breathes harder through his nose and he squirms on the mat. He doesn't remember it being this perfect though, the feeling of wet heat surrounding him to the point where his hands want to reach out and grip onto hair. His mind is blank for the most part, just drowning in sensation over everything else.

His spine curves when fingers press and tease his nipple and his breath shakes when he opens his eyes to the others. At first it feels blurry with sleep, but then there Oikawa is, saying those soft soft words.]

Oi...kaw.....a? [What the hell?!]

Edited (what the fuck was i typing here... the first part wasn't even proper english either) 2015-06-29 02:01 (UTC)

[Quietly bouncing his head in place, swallowing around him lower and lower, it's when Iwaizumi sleepily called out his name that Oikawa was sinking his mouth around him all the way and exhaling this low warm sound around him, nose buried in hair and just tasting him like this was so good. He doesn't pull up to respond, he just pinches Iwai's nipple again and slurps over his skin.

Drawing his mouth up enough to slip his other hand in and stroke the base of his cock, Oikawa panted around the dick in his mouth, but kept sucking eagerly. He can always apologize after he's done for waking him, but he would think this was a great wake up.]

[How thirsty can you get? At least that's what he thinks to ask, but actually forming words right then is Difficult. His eyes feel like they're rolling back, and as Oikawa isn't pressing his hips down he can't help himself when he shifts them up, pushing into the heat of Oikawa's mouth with a low groan.

His hands keep his head in place too, trying to be gentle when all he wants to do is slam his hips forward into that all too talented mouth. How has he never done this before these few times with himself? He can't think about it.

When Oikawa pinches his nipple he forgets both their inexperience for a moment and tugs his head down and onto himself, teeth pressing hard into his lip as he rolls there, rubbing himself in far enough that he hits the back of Oikawa's throat.

Shit--] Are-- [Too far, too far that's gotta be--]

[It hurt, at least a little. Gagging in place and coughing, but finding out he's into choking a little right about at this moment, Oikawa groans next when he gets even a little air in him. A little of everything, and it was making his mind spin and see stars behind his eyelids. Hardly trying to pull up, only lifting his lips enough to swallow around him hard and try to shut up his gag reflex, Oikawa pinched Iwai again, hard, as if to say don't stop.

Squeezing at the base and gurgling softly, uncaring about how sloppy his mouth feels with drool dripping around his hand, around Iwaizumi's cock, he breathed in through his nose before coughing again to sink as far as Iwai would pull him again.]

[A yelp follows, and he twitches a little under him. Iwaizumi isn't sure if this really is alright (what if he gets a sore throat from it???) but in the end it's hard to restrain himself when Oikawa isn't exactly pinning his hips down either.

And it feels really good.]

Tooru... [It comes out as a low whisper as his hips jerk up again, feet sliding on the mat. It's hard to coordinate the two when all he wants is to push until he reaches his limit. His lips part for air, head twists to the side as sweat dampens his hair line. He grips Oikawa's hair tighter, curls his toes into the mat and thrusts up.

He honestly can't think straight, just drowns in the feeling of being taken deeper, of the heat and the tightness when Oikawa's throat spasms and he can feel it. Shit shit shit shit shit--] Fuck--

[It comes out like a sob in the end, one last warning before he pushes up one last time, holding Oikawa in place so he really doesn't have much of a choice but to take it. He comes in his mouth, hot and shaky as his eyes go blind and all he can do is chant his name along with a bunch of other swear words he has no recollection of saying.]

[Everything is too much and too good to not feel a needing reaction to. Swallowing everything Iwai gives him and shuddering, Oikawa so slowly lifted his mouth in the aftermath. Coughing hard behind a hand and smacking his lips, giving a breathless call of his name, he shifted to climb up over him and lean down to pepper sloppy wet kisses up his chest - he was so hard in his pants though.

There is heavy regrets at getting so dressed before the nap, he knew damn well he wanted to do this when he woke up, now he needs everything off so he can feel Iwaizumi's hands again.]

God, Iwa-chan...

[A shaky arm moves to cover his eyes, sleeve tight and straining from the movement. Oikawa's shirt really doesn't fit right, he feels awkward enough as it is, waking up in such a manner.]

You're... such an animal. Just how pent up are you?

[Not like he's one to speak when he just slammed his dick into his mouth but... wow. His free hand reaches out to slide through Oikawa's hair, kneading and soothing his scalp after being so rough with him. It's his way of apologising, even if he's flustered that he let go so much too.]

Now that I have you, I can't keep my hands off you.

[Laughing breathlessly and nuzzling up against his hand, Oikawa hummed warmly and laid over him - like he was reminding him of the hard on in his pants, because it was surely poking against Iwai's thigh. Rolling his hips once, twice, and mouthing at his collarbones, his warm hums were lowering into something huskier, needy.]

Iwa-chan, give me your hand~

[He chews on his lip when he feels Oikawa lay against him. It's easier to notice when he's got skin exposed too, even if Oikawa hadn't pulled his shorts and boxers all the way down, it's close enough that there's no doubt that Oikawa is hard.]

You're impossible. [But he gives him both of his hands, not just the one. His eyes are lidded with sleepiness and afterglow, curious to see what he's going to do next.]

[Nuzzling into both of his palms with kisses wetting one palm, Oikawa turned his head to lave attention into Iwai's right hand - before gently guiding his pointer and middle finger in his mouth to suck on. Iwai might realize what he's up to with that, but even if he doesn't, Oikawa doesn't explain, he just slowly works on soaking them while rolling his hips again more eagerly into his thigh.]

You love me anyway.

Sometimes. [It comes out deeper than he intended when his fingers are taken slowly one by one into Oikawa's mouth. He forces his left hand away, shifting it between them both to tug at the zipper and button, tugging the belt open so he can get his pants undone. He doesn't reach for him though, not this time. Instead he pushes the clothes down, lets him settle against him, only this time he leads him to rest against him hip to hip.

It's almost too much.]

Sometimes, I love you. [Sometimes he doesn't care about whether he's head over heels for his best friend or just loves him full stop because he's too needy as well. Just wants to fuck him two ways from Sunday.]

[The smile Oikawa gives him at just hearing those words is downright brilliant. He will never get tired of them, they will always be what he loves hearing the most come out of Iwai's mouth. Stroking the back of his hand affectionately while his tongue and mouth still worked on wetting his fingers, Oikawa eventually drew them out of his mouth to lean down and kiss his chin, settling with his hip against Iwaizumi's and a shift. He opened his legs to half straddle the other, reaching back with both hands to push his pants and underwear to his knees and flip the tail end of his shirt up his back, he was downright exposing himself to what he's hoping Iwai will give him.]

Do you think I've said it enough? That I love you so much? [Slipping one arm around to prop Iwai's head up, curling his fingers lightly around to stroke his ear and neck and shoulder, as if testing what all he could touch while still letting Iwai's head rest on him, Oikawa drew his other hand up slowly to take Iwaizumi's right hand and start guiding it back to his ass.]

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