( 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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[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.

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Maybe the next time I call and leave you breathless voicemails, I should go all the way through with it and let you hear me when I'm begging for you to ditch class again.

[Sucking a red welt into his abs with both hands kneading his hips, his thighs, Oikawa only lifted his head just before sucking some of that mess off Iwai's skin to smile at him with an expression of warmth, rather than lust.]

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That's-- [He exhales when Oikawa sucks on his skin, stomach sucking in as his hand reaches out, delving into Oikawa's hair.] --what those voicemails are?

[He didn't have a chance to get to those, after all, but now he's mentioning it... he feels hot. Wonders how exactly it'd sound to have that gaspy begging direct in his ear. He bites on his lip as Oikawa starts to clean him up, skin itchy from the contact. He's tired, of course, but it doesn't mean he's incapable. In the end he pulls at Oikawa's hair to pull him back, breathing off as though he's fighting himself--he is.]

You can stop now.

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I don't want to stop, and maybe you should listen to those voicemails if you really want to know~

[Purring and not quite lifting his head with the pulls in his hair, Oikawa's smile stayed warm despite his mischievous kisses roaming down to Iwai's inner thighs. Reaching to shift one of his legs over his shoulders to kiss down further, to reach with his free hand, Oikawa rolls his balls lightly with his fingertips.]

Neee, Iwa-chan, I am the first person you've done these things with, right?

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Oi... [Despite it being an argument against this, he sounds breathless. That's partly because of the kisses on his inner thighs, as well as his legs being parted a little until Oikawa's fingers are teasing his balls instead now. He bites his lip, chews at the skin and groans.]

You already know the answer to that...

[Like he's had a girlfriend back home, while Oikawa's been gallivanting off with a bunch of them. He doesn't want to think about the differences here.]

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[Stroking his balls and tracing the base of his dick with light fingertips, Oikawa laved his tongue over a soft patch of skin and hummed thoughtfully to the answer - he did know, but hearing it was just the best. It meant Oikawa was first, Oikawa was the only one. Did that make Iwa-chan his forever? His first forever, yes. His forever...]

Good. I don't want to share you. Ever.

[His time, his love, his attention. With his eyes turning up to watch him even as his mouth wanders inward to kiss up the shaft, Oikawa's need is less out of lust and being born from quiet insecurities. Would Iwa-chan want someone else? He might, in the future. He might, and there wouldn't be anything Oikawa could do about it, other than let him go, because more than being with him - he'd want Iwaizumi to be happy.

But fuck if that brings a jealous coil into his gut, a need and want for possession.]

Would you be surprised if I said I'd never gotten past kissing girls? I was always good and minded my hands. [Now he breaks eye contact, lips covering the head of his cock even as he licked and sucked like he was a popsicle.]

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[The first part is fine... He has no idea what Oikawa is thinking, or he might have more of an idea of how to say it--to say that Oikawa's probably all he's wanted. His body feels warm, anyway, given how chaste and gentle everything is.



Sadly then Oikawa ruins it by bringing up his ex-girlfriends.

He freezes on the spot, and if it weren't for the fact that Oikawa's mouth is on and around him he might have gone flaccid anyway from where it's all gone. He swallows, glares up at the ceiling and tries to not think about the fact that he's even kissed girls before when he's had nothing.

It twists his stomach uncomfortably.]

Why are you bringing this up now? [He sounds pained, probably not as much as he feels, but it still shows in the way his hands drop by his sides. How they clench there.]

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Because I'm trying to tell you how special you are to me, Iwa-chan!

[He might be working a little magic with his mouth but that doesn't mean he can't feel the way Iwai almost shrinks against his tongue. Bouncing his lips around him for a few moments, trying to repair what his words seemed to do, Oikawa draws his mouth up again and peppers his belly with kisses instead, almost pouting.]

What, are you seriously jealous?

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Shut up!

[It's hard to think straight when Oikawa tries to repair the damage, and while it might reignite his dick, his heart feels tight and he can't figure out why this was such a problem. He's known all along Oikawa's had girlfriends, it's not news to him but... he doesn't want to hear it right now???

Instead he sucks in his stomach and threatens to roll over, trying to wiggle his leg free, when he gets the chance.]

I don't know, alright...

[He feels dumb right now, awkward and dumb. Oikawa making it sound like a joke(??) isn't helping.] Idiot.

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Are you mad?

[Any lighthearted attempts to make things less serious are gone - this is something to talk out, that's all he can tell. Letting Iwai's leg slip off his shoulder, sitting up to shift and lay beside him, Oikawa reaches out to pull him in to cuddle instead. He won't let him go entirely, no, but he'll settle down to hash this out.]

Hey. I'm sorry if you're mad.

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Stop it... [It comes out as a mumble, but at least he doesn't push Oikawa away after that dumb slip up.] You don't need to apologise, but. [But] Do you really think I want to be compared to someone else?

[He groans against Oikawa's shoulder, grits his teeth.

You need to think more about other people!]

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I'm not comparing you.

[Sliding his arms around and nuzzling his cheek into soft hair, Oikawa combed it with one hand and stroked his ear, tracing his neck idly, and just puffed a gentle sigh. He should really shut his mouth once in a while, huh... but it did warrant an apology if he made Iwaizumi feel bad.]

Hey. [He says it again, lips soft against his forehead.] You're extra extra super important to me, Iwa-chan.

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[Now he just shrinks down a bit, wondering if he's blowing this out of proportion too. He doesn't know, this is the first time he's had to do with weirdass relationship stuff and it's difficult. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't reach out to him either.]

I don't want to hear about them. [He pauses, eyes shutting at the feeling of lips on his forehead.] That doesn't have to mean I'm jealous, right?

[It's just too much info...]

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You might be a little jealous, but you've got me. You don't have to be.

[The little kisses continue, soft and reassuring, even as Oikawa ends up with a quiet smile; he was jealous because he likes him, is that it? It might be. That is probably the answer. Rubbing his nose in place, then tugging to get Iwaizumi to look up at him, Oikawa kissed him plainly, murmuring quietly.]

I like you so much. No one knows me better than you - I know you better than anyone else too.