( inugami au outre ve )

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[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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[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--]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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...

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[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.]

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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~

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[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.]

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[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.

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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.]

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[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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[It's beautiful, even more so with his fingers trapped in there too. He swallows that down, or at least he thinks he does until the groggy murmur of:] You've got a fantastic mouth. [slips out before he realises he's even speaking. His dick throbs already at the memory of it, of being buried in the hot, wet place that usually spouts so much nonsense he thinks he's been insane for a while.

But nothing makes him throb and sweat as much as Oikawa exposing himself like this.]

H-hey... [His fingers don't feel wet enough for this, as though the minutes that pass between then and now will leave them dry enough that later all he'll get is pain. He doesn't even know how to touch there. Worries it'll be too rough and rushed.

Iwaizumi bites down on his lip, waking up a little faster as he's ... he's close to touching there right?]

Don't you need more... [He doesn't know. He really has no idea.

What the hell are they doing???]

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Let's just try it, I'll spit if we need it.

[You've got a fantastic mouth might be his second favorite phrase he's ever heard Iwaizumi ever say, and all he can do is lick his lips and grin, kissing his chin again even as he's continuing to guide his hand with fingers over his, pressing gently over Iwaizumi's fingers where they press against the pucker of his ass and all he can do is give this soft sound. He might have tested things with himself in the past, certainly not here, and Iwai might have barely touched him, but he wants it - he wants that gentle hand to work him open in a way no one has ever done before.]

Or if you think that's gross, you spit. [He feels like he's burning up in his own body with his cock twitching in its pinned place, hips shifting and knees opening just a little more.]

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All of this is gross, idiot. [After all, who shoves their fingers up a place like that? He must be stupidly in love with him to do this. His mouth feels dry when his fingers press there.] You're going to be the death of me.

[He breathes it out softly, eyes narrowing when he slowly slides his index finger in a little. His heart feels as though it's convulsing from the pressure and they're not wet enough they're really not--]

Does it-- [his voice cracks, a little overwhelmed because this is too much, almost.] --hurt?

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[Shivering with the inward press and sucking his own lower lip in to bite on it, Oikawa shook his head to the question and wiggled slightly; his body just squeezed neatly around that little bit of finger Iwai has pressed in, it wasn't enough, he wanted too much all at once and he knew better than to try and rush him. For his sake, for his own sake. But god did he want to try this.]

No. Keep going.

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[His eyes stick fixed to his face, because if, if, Oikawa tries to lie to him he'll be able to see the truth like this. Or he hopes he will, all things considered. He exhales softly when he tells him to keep going, then slowly slides that same finger in further.




It's even hotter than his mouth is. Drier, though. Just like his own throat feels doing this to him.]

Like this? [He feels his second knuckle slide in, finally stopping when he hasn't got anything else left. He breathes out, pulls the finger back out and repeats the motion.]

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[Swallowing and exhaling a gasp of air in a puff to let his lip slip out of his mouth, Oikawa met Iwaizumi's gaze and kept it while his finger went deeper, and he couldn't hide that the way he was watching him with such intent honestly made his ears start to color. It was almost embarrassing, but he loved being watched by him. Loved watching him look at him, loved having his attention especially for this. Muffling a softer sound by licking his lips again, Oikawa let his eyes nearly shut, keeping Iwai's gaze through his eyelashes even as he shifted his hips again - the motion and the pressure of something pressed as far in as possible made his body squeeze again, but it didn't take too long for the slow, continued motion to start making him relax.]

M-mhh.. yeah.

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[Seeing him flush a little made his own stomach flip-flop a little uncomfortably, and try as he might, he can't stop himself from squirming a little under him. It feels as though it'd be uncomfortable, and that's even before Oikawa does that little squeeze that even makes his ears and neck flush.]

It feels as though you're going to take my finger off.

[But he keeps pushing it in and out, biting his lip at the pressure until Oikawa does slowly start to relax into it.]

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Heeeh, just wait till we get something that isn't just spit and I can take your dick instead.

[His voice went softer at the end of that, despite teasing - he wants it, but Iwaizumi is thicker than his (beautiful, strong) fingers. It is undoubtably going to hurt until he can get used to it. Just his fingers for now, that will be enough, he doesn't want to hurt Iwaizumi just as much as he doesn't want to hurt him. Shivering with the continued deep presses, with only occasionally squeezing around him the more his body relaxed, Oikawa leaned to rest his forehead against Iwai's and let out this soft, appreciative moan. It was starting to feel good, less that there's a finger in his ass and more that Iwai is literally fucking him finally.]

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[His hand jerks forward this time, and there's no doubt that his face is red when it ducks down. They've done stuff, a bunch of stuff sure but he hadn't really considered going that far before. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, he thinks, mentioned some porn with that before, but he hadn't been all that interested back then.

Now he wishes he had more of an idea, because he thinks if he tries anything like that he'll rip Oikawa apart.

At the same time, with how tight he is it sounds fucking amazing.]

I don't think I could last. You're-- [he exhales slowly, biting his lip at the moan that slips out of Oikawa's mouth] --way too tight.

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[His voice lilted briefly with that jerk and Oikawa's body clamps down out of surprise, squeezing so tightly, it takes him a few moments to just breathe and shudder, and he wants more just like that. Dragging his free hand up Iwaizumi's body, grinding his thumb across an exposed nipple now, he turns his head down to mouth at his lips, gasping gently while rocking his hips back lightly.]

Fuck, Hajime.. Use your other finger too. [He's too tight, but that's what this is for, right? To open him up, to stretch him so he could take more than just the one finger. Still, Oikawa is thinking of it, thinking about Iwaizumi's thick cock and how he'd press right into him with the slow, careful pace at first that he had used with his finger, how he'd fill him up and make him desperate with just pressing inside.]

If I'm tight, it's all the better for you, right?

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[He can't help it, he makes a noise when Oikawa clamps down on him and his entire arm throbs with the pressure. He can't handle it, presses his other hand to his mouth and bites down. Now Oikawa's brought it up he can't help but imagine it too, but the pressure--the pressure of this is likely to make him come in a second flat. He can't even last watching Oikawa when he's in a state.

Nevermind something like this.]

I-- [His mouth feels too woolen, to dry and scratchy at once and there's no saliva to even swallow at this point.] I don't know. It feels like it's too much. Tooru, you're... [He's too much, but that's not exactly news is it, either?]

I want you.

[I want you, but I don't want to hurt you. Ever. Of course saying something like that when his fingers are pulling out, pulling back until he can spit on them (with some disgust, mind you, but for Oikawa it's worth it) seems rather ridiculous too. He presses in two then, closes his eyes with a gasp because he feels like he's drowning.] Okay...?

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I want you so much.

[I love you so much, I want to make you feel good in ways no one else could, I want you to myself forever. Everything Iwaizumi does is making his body buzz with electricity, he felt like he was burning from the inside out and even his cock twitched helplessly between them - Oikawa didn't think to reach down and touch himself just yet, too caught up in touching Iwaizumi and feeling his touch - and then he's pulling his hand away to spit and all Oikawa can think is yes yes yes when the two fingers press inward this time.

Gasping louder, his eyes fluttered before shutting and squeezing, and Oikawa held himself still while letting Iwai press inward to give him so much of want he wants. Trembling where he laid and sucking at his lower lip, he moaned louder this time, body squeezing both fingers hard before slowly beginning to relax.]

Hhha! O-okay, I - love you! [He can't help himself, it's too good, everything is too good.]

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[His ears burn and his shoulders shake at the declaration. His wrist feels numb from being bent, from pressing into him but he ignores it in favour of rolling his fingers in all the way again. It's even tighter now, he notes, understandably so.

Then Oikawa's squeezing him tight and the garbled noise he makes fills him with nothing but embarrassment (and his cock twitches, growing half hard again already and half has to worry and wonder how much of this he can take. how many times is Oikawa going to lead him to this sorry state.]

Shut up, Trashykawa-- [He's gasping. He can't help himself.] We don't need everyone to know.

[But they probably already do...]

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Shut me up if you want me to stop talking then, Iwa-chan~

[Breathing the words out against his lips and cracking a smile even as he struggles to open his eyes enough to see him, Oikawa shivers and moans against Iwai's mouth, gasping and panting and he feels like he's being pulled apart when Iwaizumi's fingers press in entirely. It feels a little strange, something thicker replacing what had been there before, but they took it so slow to start that his body was already trying to relax to accommodate, trying to accept the pressure in him.

Of course everyone already knows how much they love each other.]

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[There's not even a full second that passes before his teeth clamp down on Oikawa's lower lip and tug the skin. His tongue swipes the slightly abused spot after, but then he's pressing their mouths together pretty harshly, keeping them locked close. It's only when he feels they're attached enough that he pulls his fingers back, rolling them back inside until they're pushed in deep. His fingers wiggle on the inside, curving and rubbing, scissoring and trying anything he can think of, pretty much, get help him out. Whatever gets him off, he guesses.

He can't work out where to press, of course, but this is more than enough for now.]