( 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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[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.

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[Oikawa is even flashing the camera a cheeky smile and peace sign with his fingers when he takes another one, one that definitely shows only his upper body and mussed hair. Setting the phone aside after texting both of those pictures to Iwaizumi's phone, Oikawa slumps back into laying and tangles his fingers into his hair again with a soft chuckle, turning his head to look down his body to the other again with a sweeter smile.]

Then I guess you're going to be the lucky guy who sees it, cause I'm not about to start being honest with anyone.

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[What an idiot. An adorable, yet somehow annoying as hell idiot. He sighs against his skin, letting him pose however he likes this time. Instead he twists his head to press a kiss against Oikawa's stomach, it's supposed to hide the smile crawling up his lips but it probably just makes it more obvious. In fact, he gives up on that pretty quickly to peer up at him, heart dumbly skipping a beat at the smile on his face.

He's gone.

To distract himself, he rests his cheek there against him, getting as comfortable as he can when his trousers are damp and he's trying to ignore the fact that his legs are going numb. He wants to kiss him again, too, but he's not sure he'll manage to push himself up with how numb his legs are getting.]

Good. [He doesn't want to share it.]

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You could take more pictures, if you wanted.

[Purring the words even as he trailed his fingers from Iwai's hair to stroking his ears and the back of his neck, Oikawa shifted to prop himself up with one arm then and lick his lips, looking down at him with that more catlike smile.]

Neee, your pants are a mess, right? C'mere, I'll clean you up..

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[He can't stop the shiver sliding over his skin, even when he peeks back up at him.]

I don't remember you being this perverted before. [He doesn't make a move to let him though, mostly because he's not sure he'll be able to make it through another show. It's like he's let a monster loose into the world though with how he sounds and looks at the suggestion.] I'll wash them later.

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You can wash your pants all you want later, I'm talking about cleaning you, Iwa-chan. And wow, are you trying to say you don't like it? I could be a cool cucumber instead, but Iwa-chan likes me this way. It got you all worked up just reading my texts, didn't it?

[Making a kissy face, then shifting to lower himself down and shimmy down the most he can from beneath him, Oikawa is reaching next to hook his arms under his shoulders and haul him up the rest of the way to kiss him warmly, hands roaming his back.]

C'mere and kiss meee.

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Still a no. [He'll end up passed out for hours if Oikawa does that, because he doesn't trust his body to not react to it. Oikawa is a tease already, no need to give him more fuel.] And no one said anything about getting worked up because of some texts.

[The texts helped a little, but it's the picture that did him in, there's no way he can deny that. He lets him pull him up, sighing as it hurts a little from how he ends up doing it. He feels gross now he's shifting, but he can't do much to salvage his underwear or trousers at the moment. He'll just have to change.]

You're so needy. [But he leans in to kiss him, one hand pressed to the bed as the other leans to cup Oikawa's face. He kisses him deeply in return, slow and loving rather than the hot bruising kisses from before.]

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[Now that he's got Iwai up in his arms and kissing him, Oikawa relaxes against the mat again with a smile on his face, returning the kiss languidly and just humming with their mouths connected. Letting the kiss go on with his hands stroking Iwaizumi's back, it's only when they're slowly breaking it to breath that Oikawa rolls sharply and presses Iwai down on the mat instead, peppering kisses over his face and down his neck - and reaching to fuss with his pants to start worming them off his hips.

Oikawa said he'd clean him up and he meant it.]

I'm so needy because I love you.

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[On one hand, it's nice to just kiss like this. It's slow enough to enjoy every part of it, to focus on the feeling of mouths joined together for that moment until he feels like he's going dizzy. He realises after that the dizziness isn't connected to that though, it's connected to the way Oikawa spins him over after, blinking up at the other teen right after in confusion--then his pants slide down and... Well. There's only one thing to do here.

Right?]

You-- [He doesn't know what to say when his breath hitches and his throat feels tight.]

I'm not sure if that's lucky or unlucky. [Yet his face and neck shift for more attention.]

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It's super lucky~ Iwa-chan gets all my love to himself. I'd tease you for being greed and selfish, but...

[With his lips on his pulse, Oikawa looks up at him through his eyelashes even as his hands start trailing down his thighs, fingertips light even with his hands grip at his hips - he murmurs the end of his words with a softer, lower tone.]

I don't want to give these things to anyone else.

[Then his lips are lifting and peppering down Iwaizumi's chest, hands gently tugging his thighs open to lean in between them as his mouth worked it's way down further and further.]

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["Super" lucky might be pushing it a bit, especially as he's tired already and there's no way if Oikawa does this he won't relax. It's like fighting with a little horny monkey, honestly. Not like he hasn't thought about when they were caught in the garden shed, because he had, but in the end it's also something else to skip class for something... like this.

Not to mention one round should be more than enough and Oikawa knows he'll react to him. There's no way he doesn't.

Then he says something like that which makes his stomach tighten and legs tense once they're opened.

When he speaks again his voice is low, like a whisper. He hates himself for giving in, too.] I don't want you to.