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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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[It's fine like this for the moment anyway, rather than getting worked up in the hallways as they make their way towards the sports centre. He listens to him, noting the way he pauses for a moment.

He's acting weird, today.]

That's not too bad. [It's said off handedly as he shifts his backpack, makes his way into the other section of the school and towards the area they've been living outside of classes.] Did you manage to remember all the names or did you just need ours for this part?

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I just need ours for this part! I'm pretty sure I have everyones names, unless you have more club members you haven't told me about~

[Spinning lightly on one foot to turn and wink at Iwai with his tongue sticking out, Oikawa was just as easily spinning onto his other foot to turn right back around while continuing the walk - there we go, four classrooms down the hall, they're definitely en route to the gym. Opening the doors and taking his time crossing the empty court to go right back to their "home", he's fussing with the lock he put on the storage room doors before opening it up and flicking on the light. Giving Iwai a bright smile and a light be right baaack, Oikawa is disappearing into the back corner where he starts shuffling some papers around; he's been definitely leaving any and all organization here, along with his books on things he might be honestly trying to study.]

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I'd need to check. [He's heard of interested parties, but he has no idea if Oikawa even knows them, never mind added them to the list. While the other teens opens the storage closet up and busies himself with getting the information prepared, he steps in behind him, already drawing out his phone to use the few minutes he has.

When the first message is one of the lewdist things he's read in his life he realises starting from the top probably might not be the best of ideas. He sees the voicemail too, and while he itches to know what kind of message it is, he leaves that for now and instead scrolls down to the bottom.

It starts fairly normally anyway, Oikawa whining because he wasn't paying attention. It's when he reaches the messages about how needy he is that his hand tightens on his phone, eyes glued to the screen as though they can't drink up the information fast enough.

His mouth hangs open a little, and there's colour setting into his face.

He wanted to what-- Wait-- Fuck--. He starts reading them faster when it starts getting raunchier and while he's not surprised Oikawa would know some of this (WHAT DID HE WANT HIM TO DO??) he's surprised he's being so open about it.

What if someone had taken his phone???]

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[Humming under his breath, unaware that Iwai was reading all of the ridiculous messages from this morning onward, Oikawa was simply stacking two copies of the naming sheet. One was for reference for himself, the other was to turn in at the office - it was just easier than having to go down there constantly, plus he could keep everyones contact information in one place.

Once he's got both stacks sorted and ready, he's fishing around in the box he's brought in for one of his rare pencils that there have been whispers about being sure to not lose. He wouldn't, he keeps there rest in his locker, there's no way he can lose them there - just this one is all he needs for a while.]

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[It's easy to fall into place when Oikawa hums, and he knows he should do more than just stand there staring at these texts but he can't deny that he's getting worked up now. Did he give up in the end? Did he jerk off in the bathroom without him there?

Would someone hear him if he did?

His free hand reaches back to slowly, quietly push the door shut and that's when he opens it. The one picture in the midst of a thousand texts. His mouth feels dry and wet all at once and shit shit shit Oikawa should be allowed to look that good when he's turned on. When he wants him. He's already read everything else that it's fine when his phone clatters to the mat he's stood next to, he's in too much of a lust filled haze to care if it tumbles off -- he'll find it later.

It gives Oikawa enough of an indication to turn around anyway, and that's when he takes the chance. Whatever papers are in his best friend's hands are potentially flying at this point. The pencil probably rolls onto the floor somewhere too as his hands grip at wrists and he pushes Oikawa down to the mat with his own body.

His mouth is hot on his right away too, not giving him a chance to question him. His knee shifts forward to keep his balance, finding its way up to wedge it tight between Oikawa's legs. He's trapped.]

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[Looking up when he moved to stand at the sound of something hard dropping, Oikawa let out a surprised sound when Iwai was so instantly in his space - the papers definitely went flying, the pencil forgotten as quickly as it was picked up, and it's with a maybe surprising lack of complaints that Oikawa goes down under Iwai's weight. The only sound he lets out first is an oof of hitting the mat a bit hard, but the breath that would have come with it is buried against Iwaizumi's mouth when he kissed him, and the shift of a knee pressing up between his legs makes him finally, outright moan.

Squirming only half heartedly, only as if to squeeze his thighs around the leg between his, Oikawa hardly pulls at his wrists at all in any vain attempts to free himself; he may not have been expecting this, but as if he's going to really complain when Iwai was hot and bothered and it's all Oikawa wanted hours ago. He is gladly trapped.]

Mm-mhhn!

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[He can barely breathe already, and wonders if sometime (when he's not wound up from Oikawa sending him filthy pictures while he was supposed to be in class. What would he have done if he'd seen any of this? How would he explain the heat in his face? The erection that would definitely be straining his pants? Must like now, honestly.

His hands press down hard, gripping onto skin even if Oikawa isn't fighting back at all. He wants him to feel it -- to feel the weight of him pressing his hands on him.]

Is this what you wanted? [He's gasping when he pulls back, only far enough to leave kisses and hints of bites along Oikawa's neck. He marks the skin, even, though it should fade in a few hours. His hands move then, palms and fingers dragging over skin.] Where did you want my hands on you? Here?

[He's at his biceps when he says that, fingers digging into the muscle slowly then he's dragging then over his shoulder, head leaning up to press their foreheads together.]

Here, maybe?

[The touch is more gentle this time as his fingers graze his collarbones, eyes widen open to look straight at Oikawa's face. He hopes he isn't too late, but he doubts Oikawa would give a damn about that now.]

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[Shuddering and arching up just to feel the pressure of Iwaizumi's hands holding him down, licking his own lips even as he tipped his head up to give Iwai the space he needed to mark his neck up, Oikawa couldn't help the keening little sounds that his best friend drew out of him so easily just by pressing his palms to him. He wants more than the pressure, but god does it feel so nice already.

Opening his eyes to look up at him with the presence against his forehead, eyes darting down to watch his hands move over his body and he can't help himself. Licking his lips more plainly, flicking his eyes right back up to Iwai's, Oikawa cracked such a smile and arched lightly under his palms when the touch drags to his collarbones.]

Get under my clothes and touch me everywhere. I want to feel your palm over my dick again, Iwa-chaaan, I want to feel you mark me like someone could take me if I weren't covered in your handprints.

[His words? Were not only an answer to Iwai's question, but a plain continuation of where his needy texts left off before they became pouty, insecure complaints. Any hint of his fears of Iwai no longer wanting him that way were banished so quickly, because if he truly regretted any of that, then he wouldn't have touched him now. Wouldn't have kissed him, wouldn't have pressed him down and held him so close and asked him such things with that hungry look in his eye.]

You sneak, you looked at all those hot messages I left for you... I waited so long in the bathroom, I waited until I couldn't take it anymore, Iwa-chan. [Squeezing his thighs around the knee between his legs and squirming against him, Oikawa groaned low and rolled his hips against him eagerly, almost already desperate for contact - the half hard erection he's been sporting for the better part of an hour was already getting too hard again, just like the picture.]

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[Figures. He definitely looks better like this, sprawled out across the mat for him, than he does in any sort of picture. He feels good, too. Though it's not like he's forgotten either. How could he? He exhales slowly when Oikawa arches into his hands, only to slam him back down again right after, keeping him pinned as best as he can.

It might be necessary when his head lowers to where his hands had pressed against his collarbones before, teeth biting hard into skin. The threat of it, he finds, is more overwhelming than he wants to think about. He doesn't want to think about losing Oikawa, because as unreal and unknown this place is, he knows it's possible here.

He doesn't want it to happen, but he knows this place is a threat.]

Watch what you ask for. [His hands slide lower, pushing up his shirt after with almost bruising force as he reaches for skin.] I don't think I'm going to be able to hold back if you keep that up.

[He wants to devour him already. He feels bad that he's obviously had to endure this for a while, needily messaging him one thing after another while his phone has been a walk away but now that he's here. Well.]

Sorry, I didn't know, but-- [This time it's his turn to grin, and really it's actually a little menacing all things considered.] it might have been worth it to leave you like this.

Just how desperate are you?

[He's only proving his point when Oikawa rolls his hips against his knee and he swallows hard, teeth biting into his own lip now.]

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[Outright moaning, already feeling so blissed with the way Iwaizumi presses him right back into the mat, it's that bite into his skin that makes him louder, gasping Iwai's name and downright squirming underneath him, rutting against that knee between his legs because he's desperate for more. Shifting his arms and arching his back minimally - maybe he wants to keep getting slammed back down, maybe he wants to throw his shirt off at the same time - Oikawa honestly pants and grins this shit eating smile with Iwaizumi giving him that menacing one.]

You're so cruel, I haven't asked you to hold back even a little, Ha-ji-me~ I know what I'm asking for, I know what I want.

[Pressing his arms up over his head and opening his legs now to give him a plain, easy view when he presses his heels into the mat and raises his hips enough to honestly grind against Iwai's knee, he licks his lips wetly and shuts his eyes briefly, putting on a show of how downright horny he is right now.]

I'm this desperate..~

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[Part of him wishes he hadn't tormented himself like this as well. That he'd covered him head to toe from the start to feel their cocks grind together through cloth. Instead his knee gets the brunt of Oikawa's over enthusiasm. One hand pushes up under his shirt (pulling at one button too hard given the ripping sound that follows--maybe they can fix it later) to pinch at his nipple. He has no idea if it does the same for Oikawa as it does for him, but there's no such thing as holding back now. His other hand reaches under Oikawa's hair to yank at his hair, pulling his head back to bite over his Adam's apple.

He sucks the skin raw too, leaving a bruising mark compared to the imprint of teeth from before.]

You should've-- [He barely recognises his own voice anymore with how breathless he feels. He's getting just as needy.] --taken a picture of yourself like this.

[It's a hint of what really got to him before, of what's getting to him now.

His hands reach down to push at his hips next, pinning them to the bed to stop the friction he's been feeling. Maybe it looks like he's tormenting him in this sort of position, and maybe part of him wants to see how long it takes Oikawa to snap (in a good way, of course) from all of this.]

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[Oikawa bucks under the pinch, his voice lilting, and then his hair is pulled and he drops his head back so quickly to give him what he wants, and all he can see are stars behind his eyelids with the feeling of teeth and Iwaizumi's mouth working his skin raw. For a moment, he hears the words but doesn't register them, trembling with the rough treatment and loving every moment of it. Sweet, gentle, loving Iwaizumi is always loved, always appreciated - rough, hungry, needing Iwaizumi is what dragged Oikawa right into falling apart for him.

Gasping for air and laying there to just try and catch his breath, eyes fluttering where he felt downright dazed, he finally registers just what Iwai said and it makes him grin, tongue sticking out a bit. Hell yes, he needs to take a picture of himself like this, just for Iwai - and then he's squirming his hips the best he can under his hands, like now is the time to rebel purely because he needs the bruises that will come. Arching his hips and raising his legs, raising his thighs, Oikawa downright purrs at him.]

Get your phone and you can take as many pictures of me as you want. I can't possibly take pictures of myself like this! [They wouldn't turn out the way Iwai was looking at him right now; they would be poorly shot mirror photos that didn't do justice to the way he looked in the half light with his cock straining in his pants and his body covered in marks that he put there.]

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[Considering the words he'd read on his phone merely minutes ago are still etched into his vision if he squeezes his eyes shut tight enough it's fair enough to say that he hadn't expected to crumble to this state either. Like always, though, Oikawa can drag him right down to his pace without a second thought.

How would he even cope, receiving shit like that in class? The answer is that he wouldn't. He's still not sure if he's coping now with how tight his grip is on the other.]

You're such a mess. [And god is his mouth dry for it. He can't even lick his lips to get moisture. So he gives up on that. He stops restraining himself too, slamming Oikawa's hips back down again tightly only this time he presses himself down too, finally caving to grind down against him.

He groans tight in the back of his throat and almost comes then and there. If Oikawa is a mess, what did that make him? A catastrophe, maybe, at this point.

He pulls at more buttons of Oikawa's shirt, a little more careful this time but it's still not clean. He's still trying to do it with one hand while the other presses into the bed to keep himself steady.]

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[Lifting his arms and curling them around Iwai's shoulders, kneading at his back while drifting his touch from neck down his arms - god he loves his arms, he loves his touch too much - Oikawa is working at the buttons on Iwaizumi's shirt now too, working to push the fabric out of their way so they can do as they please. It would be a pain to get their uniforms dirtier than they already are. When he has most of the buttons undone, some of them torn in his own haste, Oikawa is squirming beneath Iwai again when he presses his hips down.

He wants too much all at once with that pressure. Now his hands moved frantically, yanking at Iwai's belt and dragging at the clasps until he was pushing to shove them and his underwear down - he wanted bare skin, nothing would satisfy him but bare skin at this point - Oikawa even lifted a foot to try and get his heel on the inside flap at Iwai's hip, to push the fabric down. It's only when Iwai was half naked that Oikawa would drop his hands down to help him with his own, leaning up enough to kiss him hungrily and nip at his mouth.]

I want you so bad, you're why I am such a mess.

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If-- [His voice sounds lower than he remembers it being, and he pauses to fling his shirt off properly now, not caring about where it lands (though he probably should) before resuming talking.] --you keep this up I'm not going to last, y'know.

[Are either of them, he wonders? Oikawa's hands are practically frantic at this point, tugging and pulling everywhere to the point he's not sure which clothes he should be reaching for next. To resolve that he finally opens up Oikawa's all the way, pushes his hands up over his head again only to twist his shirt around his wrists instead.

He needs the break before he snaps, because something about Oikawa telling him that he's the reason he's a hot mess is doing things to his heart and dick all at once and he's not sure he can take it.

His hands pull at Oikawa's trousers and belt next, unfastening everything to get him released. His hand wraps tight around him right after, the other reaching to pin down his joined hands just in case he has any ideas here. If Oikawa touches him even once he's going to orgasm then and there.]

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[It's not as if Oikawa was going to last much longer with this needy pace either. Letting out a downright whine when his hands were pushed up and twisted into his shirt, he shuddered and laid there for a moment, just breathing - just taking in that Iwaizumi had him literally pinned down finally for the first time since he pounced him. He genuinely couldn't wriggle his way out of this one, and then his pants are being pushed open and Iwai had him in his grip.

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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[He prays that Oikawa won't actually be his undoing without being touched at this point, because watching him like this is making him twitch anyway. His dick almost feels sore from how eager he is, like one brush of fingertips would set him off. In contrast he presses a firm hold around the base of Oikawa's dick, attempting to bring him down a little.]

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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[Laying there, just panting to try and catch his breath, Oikawa did as he was told and kept his hands over his head - he wanted to move them if only for Iwai to slam them back into place, he truly did - Oikawa wiggled his hips only briefly with that firm hold. Slowly starting to breathe, just taking in that firm palm on his low belly, he turned his head to lean it against the mat and look down through his eyelashes, down past the curves of his own body.

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 nervous as hell doing this, eyes open and looking up at Oikawa to check his face. All he can see is someone thoroughly enjoying himself though, so he figures it's time to stop playing around. He isn't like Oikawa, he doesn't thrive off of watching someone squirm around. He takes him into his mouth slowly, but it's not to tease him, more so that he doesn't choke from the pressure.

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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[Gripping onto his own arms where they were still tangled, putting the motion over his head instead of in his hips where he wants it to be, Oikawa struggles to keep himself still for him. The pressure of his hand and the sting of nails help ground him, help keep him from outright jerking up like nothing was in the way. He still couldn't help the noises he made, soft and breathless and needy little calls that weren't full words.

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 makes a muffled noise in reply, humming against his dick now that he knows Oikawa is trying to best to stay still. He knows how difficult that is, when your mind feels like it's being grated piece by piece until there's nothing but you and haziness left. He gets it.

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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[His feet shift, toes curling tight in his shoes and Oikawa can tell with the soft hums Iwaizumi gives him that he isn't going to make it, he's not going to be able to hold out for him to swallow him entirely. His thighs were tensing, that coil in his body starting to turn to release, and all he could do was gasp out his name again - and break the rule of keeping his arms up, both of them coming down to comb into his hair and tug, but so lightly.

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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[His eyes dart up as soon as he hears the shift but he makes no move to stop Oikawa now. His arm slips as he tries to ensure his hips stay down, bending in towards the bed as he tries to stay still as well. He doesn't pull back all the way, doesn't sink down lower either but he's shaking and as soon as Oikawa's resolve crumbles and he comes he's following him without even being touched.

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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[Even if Iwai didn't let out any noise, Oikawa could feel him around his cock, feel the way his mouth shuddered and his breathing hitched and he knew even if he tried to hide it. Stroking Iwai's neck and along the shell of his ears before he lifted his head up entirely, Oikawa was blissed out with an unfocused expression, tongue peeking between his lips from where he nearly bit it.

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 just wants to sink into the ground when he realises that Oikawa knows. But, of course he does. Oikawa's good at reading people, especially him. He's already seen how he reacts, he also already knows that last time despite being half dead from one orgasm his dick was half hard again from just watching him.

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.