( 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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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.]

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[Smiling at those sleepy mumbles even as he tugs Iwai's underwear down, Oikawa kisses his half hard dick and smooths his lips over the tip before opening his mouth to slowly sink his mouth around him. He still tasted good, a little like sweat, a little like sex - a little like cotton from his underwear. Stretching one hand slowly up Iwai's body without needing to lift his head, he stroked easy patterns into his skin, tracing his ribs and even reaching just high enough to gently thumb a nipple, Oikawa hummed warmly around him.

This is a good lunch, though they really should get some real food after Oikawa wakes him up. A diet of water and cum isn't exactly a balanced breakfast.] Love you, Iwa-chan, love you lots..

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[It's a dream is his first thought when he feels warmth soak up his cock. His head rolls to the side, he breathes harder through his nose and he squirms on the mat. He doesn't remember it being this perfect though, the feeling of wet heat surrounding him to the point where his hands want to reach out and grip onto hair. His mind is blank for the most part, just drowning in sensation over everything else.

His spine curves when fingers press and tease his nipple and his breath shakes when he opens his eyes to the others. At first it feels blurry with sleep, but then there Oikawa is, saying those soft soft words.]

Oi...kaw.....a? [What the hell?!]

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[Quietly bouncing his head in place, swallowing around him lower and lower, it's when Iwaizumi sleepily called out his name that Oikawa was sinking his mouth around him all the way and exhaling this low warm sound around him, nose buried in hair and just tasting him like this was so good. He doesn't pull up to respond, he just pinches Iwai's nipple again and slurps over his skin.

Drawing his mouth up enough to slip his other hand in and stroke the base of his cock, Oikawa panted around the dick in his mouth, but kept sucking eagerly. He can always apologize after he's done for waking him, but he would think this was a great wake up.]

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[How thirsty can you get? At least that's what he thinks to ask, but actually forming words right then is Difficult. His eyes feel like they're rolling back, and as Oikawa isn't pressing his hips down he can't help himself when he shifts them up, pushing into the heat of Oikawa's mouth with a low groan.

His hands keep his head in place too, trying to be gentle when all he wants to do is slam his hips forward into that all too talented mouth. How has he never done this before these few times with himself? He can't think about it.

When Oikawa pinches his nipple he forgets both their inexperience for a moment and tugs his head down and onto himself, teeth pressing hard into his lip as he rolls there, rubbing himself in far enough that he hits the back of Oikawa's throat.

Shit--] Are-- [Too far, too far that's gotta be--]

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[It hurt, at least a little. Gagging in place and coughing, but finding out he's into choking a little right about at this moment, Oikawa groans next when he gets even a little air in him. A little of everything, and it was making his mind spin and see stars behind his eyelids. Hardly trying to pull up, only lifting his lips enough to swallow around him hard and try to shut up his gag reflex, Oikawa pinched Iwai again, hard, as if to say don't stop.

Squeezing at the base and gurgling softly, uncaring about how sloppy his mouth feels with drool dripping around his hand, around Iwaizumi's cock, he breathed in through his nose before coughing again to sink as far as Iwai would pull him again.]

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[A yelp follows, and he twitches a little under him. Iwaizumi isn't sure if this really is alright (what if he gets a sore throat from it???) but in the end it's hard to restrain himself when Oikawa isn't exactly pinning his hips down either.




And it feels really good.]

Tooru... [It comes out as a low whisper as his hips jerk up again, feet sliding on the mat. It's hard to coordinate the two when all he wants is to push until he reaches his limit. His lips part for air, head twists to the side as sweat dampens his hair line. He grips Oikawa's hair tighter, curls his toes into the mat and thrusts up.

He honestly can't think straight, just drowns in the feeling of being taken deeper, of the heat and the tightness when Oikawa's throat spasms and he can feel it. Shit shit shit shit shit--] Fuck--

[It comes out like a sob in the end, one last warning before he pushes up one last time, holding Oikawa in place so he really doesn't have much of a choice but to take it. He comes in his mouth, hot and shaky as his eyes go blind and all he can do is chant his name along with a bunch of other swear words he has no recollection of saying.]