( 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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Your back. Onto your back. [He pushes himself up as much as he can, kisses over his heart in return and just rests there for 5 seconds as he prepares himself for this. It's probably the only way to make it work without breaking his own dick, honestly, which is why he nudges Oikawa's legs apart, lowering his left hand to press in the same three fingers that had been inside him before.

He curls his fingers a little, thrusts them in and out then gasps softly:] Hold yourself steady, I can't--

[I can't hold you with both hands anymore, so just. This one part, okay? Just this.]

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[Easily opening his legs up once he has rolled onto his back, Oikawa trembles with how those three fingers fit into him again so much easier than before and he groans so low. God it's still so good, even if his ass doesn't close nearly as tight on his fingers this time just because something thicker had been fitting inside just moments ago. Hanging his thighs wide open and reaching down with both hands to touch himself, giving his cock a few solid strokes, Oikawa curled his finger and thumb around to hold it up while giving Iwaizumi this dreamy, half focused smile.]

Got it. [Nothing more is said about it, no teases come, no words of how much he loves him, because he already knows.]

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[He gives him a crooked smile in return, waiting for him to settle as his fingers slide in and out. He takes another deep breath, eyes lidding as he leans down to lick a path from where Oikawa's finger and thumb is up to the tip. He doesn't waste time after that though, looking up at the other as he sinks his mouth down in a fluid motion.

Once he's inside it's not as necessary for Oikawa to grip himself, at least, finding that it's somewhat easier to shut his eyes, suck and bob his head as he slams his fingers into the other. He works on sensitive spots, curves his fingers to try and find the place that'll help Oikawa reach orgasm faster.

His head feels like it's spinning, but he really isn't going to leave him high and dry after everything they've done today. He drapes his right arm over Oikawa's stomach, hopes that he won't jerk up and bump it, but even if he does the heel of his palm can easily press him down again.]

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[That crooked smile is worth more than anything Oikawa has ever wanted - just seeing it made him smile so much sweeter. Relaxing against their sleep mat and tilting his head to rest it back against the floor, looking down his body to watch Iwaizumi as he teased him with the laps before finally going down, he groaned low at just the feeling matching up with what he was seeing. Too good, he was so good to him, spoiling him rotten and keeping him fully satisfied every time. While his hips squirmed a bit in place, Oikawa managed to avoid outright jerking up as much as he wanted to with his fingers slamming into him.

Feeling his thighs shake when his fingers dig right into his prostate, proving just where it was for Iwaizumi to exploit to hell, Oikawa lifted his free hand to bite on his own knuckles, hardly trying to mask the heavy whine in his breathing. He could die like this, he was sure he was already in heaven and there was no need to go anywhere ever. Bouncing his hips slightly up against Iwaizumi's arm, bowing his back when he arches his body but not his hips, Oikawa can feel it getting harder and harder to keep himself still the longer Iwaizumi swallows him while fingerfucking him as eagerly as possible.]

Fuck, oh god H-Hajime!! [It's not going to take much more for him, it really won't. He only got a momentary break when rolling over, after all.]

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[As soon as he feels the change in his thighs, in the way he shakes he just rubs his fingers there, parting them as much as he can so Oikawa feels fuller. He sinks his mouth as low as he can too, sucking hard until the back of his throat aches from the pressure.

His right arm presses down to try and keep him steady, eyes shutting as he concentrates on giving him those feelings. on making him turn into a puddle at his hand and mouth, just as being inside him had done for him.

His heart feels tight and lungs burn when he pushes lower the next time he sinks down, eyes opening a slither to peek up at Oikawa's face. He's mostly glad, at this point, he can't go a third time or he might have died on the spot already.]

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[If he could joke about being played like a fiddle, Oikawa would think he was a well tuned instrument with talented fingers plucking every string inside him. That press into that oversensitive bundle of nerves and the mouth working his cock, it's all finally becoming too much the more Oikawa can't keep himself from arching. Drifting the hand from his mouth down, combing through dark locks, he moans his name appreciatively even as his gaze is almost going cross-eyed, vision unfocused - what really catches his attention and finally sets him off is how he meets Iwaizumi's gaze again when he peeked up.

Trembling with how the eye contact, the mouth around his cock and the fingers pounding him finally do the trick, Oikawa breathlessly tries to warn Iwaizumi before it's far too late and he is already coming into his mouth hard. Scrunching his brows together and up an letting that moan turn into a keening sound, Oikawa pants heavily even as he still rocks lightly up into his mouth.]

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[His arm pulls away to push himself back but it's still too late. Some still gets in his mouth, some hits his cheek, splattering against skin as he coughs and tries to remember to breathe. His fingers keep rubbing there lightly, finally pulling back after a good thirty or so seconds to press to the ground. He's exhausted at this point, filthy because that's just how Oikawa is really.

The fact that he was talked into this still seems surreal.

He licks his lips slowly, drags the back of his arm against his mouth and cringes.]

I think one of these days-- [He sounds a bit breathless too, raspy.] --I'm going to end up choking for real.

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[Laying there almost limply while catching his breath and with such bliss in his face, Oikawa can barely do more than just smile at Iwaizumi. Warm and senseless and he finds him far too attractive with that rasp in his voice and cum clinging to his cheek and chin. Lazily lifting an arm to reach down and wipe his face a bit, Oikawa purred warmly without lifting his head.]

Not if I don't first, I really like sucking your dick till you can't take it, Iwa-chan.

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[He makes a noise in the back of his throat, cleaning up the rest after Oikawa helps a little so he can lay down next to him, tucked against his side to keep on the mat.]

I noticed. [Not like it takes much with him anyway.]

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[Sluggishly rolling to snuggle up against Iwaizumi's chest and curl his arms around, Oikawa keeps up the soft affectionate kisses to his cheek and chin and mouth for a little longer - nothing heated, just simple loving appreciation.]

I liked it, by the way. Feeling you. [I want to do it again in the future.]

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[It's comfortable like this, with them wrapped up like this, but he's also aware it can't stay this way.]

Me too. [He sighs.] Next time let me wait a bit though.

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Okay, okay. We'll do it right next time. First, so you've got the energy to fuck me senseless, not second as a thought. [Teasing with his words being soft and playful, Oikawa continues those kisses until he shuts his eyes and simply lays there relaxing with him. His lower back has a pained sting to it now, but it was so worth it, everything about that had been worth any aches he has now.]

... I love you.

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...Yeah. [He ignores the teasing part of it because really it's true. Most of the time Oikawa pushes him more than he can probably take with this.]

I love you too but. We can't stay like this either.

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I know. Just give me a few minutes.

[Stretching his legs out and hiding the wince but unable to hide the hitch in his breath, Oikawa kisses him again gently.]

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[He waits for him to stretch out, then:]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,... [Well, he asked for it.]

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[Ah. Cracking a grin and lightly punching him in the chest, Oikawa kisses him again not so gently, biting at his lips.]

Iwa-chaaaan~~~

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[The punch doesn't hurt at all, the biting however stings a little.]

Do I need to get you a chew toy from somewhere?

[He tries leaning back from him.]

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You could get a muzzle on me.

[He follows when Iwaizumi leans back, kissing more affectionately now before he shifts to start picking himself up, breath catching at the movement in his hips - ouch. So worth the pain but then Oikawa shivers and feels his face heat up at the wet feeling leaking out of him, dipping a hand back to wipe the cum away.]

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You'd probably whine too much if I did that.

[Which is a bit more annoying than being bitten. Though, he peeks at him as he starts to shift, looking at the colour of his face and--]

Are you sure we can't go to shower yet?