( 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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[Shuddering and letting out higher keening sounds into the kiss that he lovingly returns, Oikawa's eyes are already shut again with eyebrows knitting together at just the overwhelming sensations making him shake. Rocking his hips back lightly into Iwai's touch, gasping and moaning loudly, everything is setting him on fire. He can't take this for very long, it's too much and without even touching himself, Oikawa can feel his climax coming too soon. Lifting the hand that wasn't trapped under the back of Iwai's neck to reach and drag his nails against the mat next to his head, then into his hair to stroke and just kiss him wholeheartedly. His body began clamping tighter and tighter around his fingers until his hips rutted forward, rocking their cocks together while every shift back was a beg for a deeper press.

He's so close, he was going to make a mess and he didn't care the least bit.]

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[It's incredibly difficult to concentrate on both at once, he notices. When he kisses Oikawa like this, head tilting and pushing deep, his fingers slip and he jerks his hand harder than intended. But Oikawa's pushing back too, pushing against the digits in such a way that he has no idea how or why it feels so good for him, only that he's glad it does. He forgets that he was getting just as hard too, when Oikawa's dick pushes closes and rocks against his.

His fingers stutter, curve as if to claw at him gently and he moans in the back of his throat. He wants Oikawa to come already, to give himself a little reprieve too and he has no idea how he's going to have had 3 orgasms in one afternoon other than that Oikawa is unstoppable and he might just die young anyway.

Then his hand reaches between them both, grips around both their cocks and tugs so he's jerking them both off at the same time.]

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[Breaking the kiss when Iwaizumi's hand grips them both to keen loudly, to call his name with a sweet pitch in his voice, Oikawa ruts eagerly between his hands while gasping for air, babbling nothing but needy things - about how much he loves him, he loves his touch, he loves his hands, needs his hands on him - and then Iwai curved his fingers and he can't take it anymore. He found his prostate with that move and pressing there just was the end for Oikawa.

Shuddering and honestly unable to help the hard shake of his hips when he came, Oikawa continued rocking his hips back and thrusting forward against his hand, letting Iwai keep it up so he could ride the electricity through until he was exhausted. At least when he came, Iwai got a boost of something slick to work their cocks with.]

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[He wishes they were still kissing, because no matter how much Oikawa might say a bunch of that normally and without restraint (especially how much he loves him) it's so genuine and honest as he is right now that his skin burns from the string of compliments. The look on his face, too, is something only dreams are made of and he finds that it's too late for him, that image is burned into his memory for him to jerk off to between lessons now too, unable to stop himself probably.

Oikawa was turning him into a wreck.

He's grateful for the extra fluid between them though, even if it's gross that he's using it for this. His hand moves faster, arm shaking from how close he is and how difficult it is to do both of them at once.

It doesn't take much.

When he comes, too, his hips jerk up, fingers thrust hard into Oikawa even though he's finished but it's to mimic what would have happened if he was buried there--and he doesn't even realise it. Doesn't realise that it's a knee jerk reaction because that's what he wants as well.]

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[Gasping out this lilting sound of Hajime when he came too, it was all because of that press of his fingers - it did enough to Oikawa's oversensitive body that he came again, just this weak pulse of fluid that did little more than add to the slimy mess in Iwaizumi's hand before slumping against him. It was too much, but it was everything he could have possibly wanted. Trembling where he laid with his head against his shoulder and panting, Oikawa tried to pull his mind together again but he felt so thouroughly fucked and satisfied finally, that he couldn't do more than breathe for several long minutes.]

God... [His ass was going to be sore. It wasn't that they didn't have enough spit, but the roughness was just more than enough to make him feel raw. There weren't complaints about that though, far from it. Sluggishly reaching up to stroke Iwaizumi's hair and kiss his temple, Oikawa struggled to keep himself from actually passing out from pleasure.]

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I... [He can barely speak, sliding his fingers out and letting his arm drop to the mat as he struggles to remember to breathe. At this rate he isn't going to have any clothes left, as he's pretty sure even these haven't come out unscathed. His eyes shut briefly, teeth gnawing at his lip as he tries to shove all the images away for some other time.

It's easier than dealing with the fact that it's likely Oikawa is about to pass out on him and they can't stay like this.]

Oi. [He pinches his side, exhales sharply and squints up at him.] Let's clean up first.

[Really he just wants a shower to be honest.]

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[Rubbing his cheek into place and only making a little whine at the pinch to his side, Oikawa slowly picked himself up onto his elbows, pressing them over Iwaizumi's shoulders to gaze down at him for a moment and just smile. He was too busy breathing to say it all, but the look on his face was everything he had been speaking before, three plain words - and then he was shifting to try and get up enough to roll over and let Iwaizumi up. Their shirts were slopped on, but luckily pants seemed to fall far enough that neither got stained.]

Mm, okaay~ do we want to try and gather stuff for a shower? We're pretty messy now.. but the locker room showers should be okay for rinsing, plus they should be totally empty.

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[He... averts his eyes at the look on his face, giving him a gentle shove because while he certainly doesn't mind it, he's mad at himself for finding that kind of expression on his face... cute. Gross.]

I'm going to kill you if you don't let me have a shower at this point.

[They don't have enough toiletries for this amount of sex. Plus he doesn't want to think about how dirty his hand must be now. He yanks off the shirt first, not even caring that it's not his and simply uses it to clean himself up enough first. He tugs his shorts and underwear up next, flinging that dirty shirt in Oikawa's face.

Hope he didn't want romancing after that.]

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[With that shirt flung in his face, Oikawa squawks a bit and hot potatoes it between his hands before dropping it with a half laugh - then he's shrugging off Iwaizumi's stolen one to drop next to his, moving to sit up. Ah, sitting up, it shot a sore pain up his spine, enough to make him grimace - and then Oikawa is pushing himself to his feet anyway, ignoring it and masking the ache with a pleased smile. It really was worth any pain he has to tolerate now for all those hot actions before.]

Waaah, that's such a mean thing to say, you wouldn't do that! Let's go, let's go..

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[Does Oikawa think he's stupid enough to fall for that? He notices the grimace and can only imagine how that feels. He didn't really get how that'd feel good to begin with, but there Oikawa is again, surprising him.

He sighs and reaches out, nudging his shoulder as he makes sure he looks presentable enough in case someone is skipping, then grabs a clean pair of underwear (he really needs to do laundry now, thanks Oikawa) and steps outside towards the locker room showers.]

At this rate I might have to

[It's a half hearted grumble at best though.]

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[Picking up fresh underwear to change into for after his own shower, hiding it in a bundle in his jacket and laughing softly, Oikawa trots after Iwaizumi to cross the gym towards the locker room.]

Nah, you wouldn't ever, I know it deep down in my soul~ Iwa-chan is too protective to ever let me really get hurt like that!

i'm starting a new thread right after this for the time skip!!!

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Is that what you tell yourself? [It's true though, no matter how much he might still be playing along with this. It's just the way he is. The way they are.

He'll stop after that though, surprising them both at some point mid-shower by reaching out to massage Oikawa's back, trying to work out some of the pains so he doesn't have to be embarrassed later.

See, he definitely does care, they're just idiots.]

HELLA

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[It's probably a good thing he's worked himself too tired to get it up again even with that really nice back massage. Iwaizumi was rewarded with simple light little kisses and warm smile for his efforts, with no words needing to be exchanged.

Who needs words when they were 100% in sync?]