( 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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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.

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[While the little kisses, the soft looks and the like are nice, Iwaizumi's face twists into a pained expression.]

You're making this really sappy.

[Maybe he shouldn't have expected anything less though, especially from Oikawa being there. Being with him.]

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Are you trying to say you're not a romantic at heart?

[The sweetness shifts into giving him a little squinted look, poking his sides lightly, but the fact that it seems okay now is good. Right?]

Don't reject my looove, Iwa-chan!

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I wouldn't know, would I? [These are his first experiences with it. It's weird, either way. Too sappy, not sappy enough.

What is he even supposed to do at certain parts? Was he being irrational before?]

And I never said I was rejecting anything.

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[Oikawa keeps gently poking and prodding his sides and stroking his cheek, starting to grin again.]

I guess not. So do you want to take a nap, or do you want to clean up and go get something to eat?

[He wanted to stay here, he couldn't give a shit less about going anywhere just yet - they had plenty of time before anyone would be coming here anyway.]

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Nap. [It comes with little hesitation, but:] Though just because we aren't moving doesn't mean we can't clean up first, Shittykawa. I'm not laying about in this kind of state.

[What if someone comes back early??? You never know?!]

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Hehehhh. But I like seeing you all bared for me.

[Snickering and leaning in to steal a soft, too affectionate kiss, Oikawa was moving to sit up in the next moment and shift to stretch - he was pretty bare himself still too, and it took a moment when he stood to figure out where half of his clothes went. Moving around to fetch clothes, actually tossing Iwaizumi the wrong shirt first just to see if he'd notice, Oikawa happily shrugged on the button down with little tears at the button holes, enjoying that while it fits tight across the chest? It certainly gives him plenty of room at his shoulders and arms.

Waah, his best friend is too buff for his own good, not that Oikawa would complain ever.]

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It's too risky. [He doesn't want Yachi or Hinami walking in on this. They're girls for one thing, too young for another. He takes the shirt, though he doesn't properly realise it isn't his until he tugs it on and it feels a bit uncomfortable, especially when he tries to bend his arm at the elbow and--]

Oikawa? [Why are you giving him your own shirt... There's no way he hasn't noticed. Surely.]

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[Grinning at Iwaizumi even more when he seems to realize it, Oikawa winks at him and continues buttoning up the one on him, almost cheekily turning to go looking for their jackets next.]

What, maybe I want to wear your clothes.

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[He swallows at that, not bothering to button his up. It's no where near as comfortable, though it's a little longer on him. It would cover. Stuff. If he buttoned it up.

Instead he concentrates on sorting out his trousers and underwear from before, instead tugging on a clean pair of underwear along with his shorts. It's easier than messing around right now, he'll sort the rest out later.]

Nearly finished?

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[Pulling up his underwear and pants and working at the belt, working to tuck his shirt in properly, Oikawa flashed him a smile and a peace sign, before tossing Iwai his jacket while sliding on his own.]

Yup, all ready!

[They can use them as blankets at least, right?]

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[There's a frown that follows just how dressed Oikawa is getting. Is he not doing enough? In the end he decides to not really care. He's covered enough, so after pulling the jacket on top of himself he just rolls onto his side, huddling under that.

He's too tired to care, but at least his irritation is gone now.]

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[Flumping onto the mat beside Iwaizumi and curling right up against him, Oikawa shuts his eyes and yawns to settle in for this good nap - well earned, for all the trouble they've gone through. Even after they've both been asleep for a few hours, Oikawa is the first to wake with the lunch bell going off. Yawning and sitting up, stretching, he turned his eyes down to watch Iwaizumi sleep for a bit longer, before getting a naughty little idea.

What, he's honestly helping him out... Iwai had a boner in his sleep and Oikawa was just going to help him get rid of it.

Shifting to slip off the mat enough to move around and gently part Iwai's legs, he leaned in to lightly work his pants open and tugged them down enough to press warm, loving kisses down his belly. It feels like this sort of action comes naturally now, for the few times he's actually done it, but tasting his friends skin was so good.]

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[He's too exhausted to even hear the bells. His eyes shift under the lids a little when he's moved, but even then he's so deep into his sleep that he just mumbles a little at the feeling of change. He feels cooler, with his jacket only half covering him now, chest out in the open because he hadn't shut it properly.

His legs feel weird too, but all he does is make a small noise of protest at being disturbed from deep sleep. He doesn't know what's going on.]