( 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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[His eyes stick fixed to his face, because if, if, Oikawa tries to lie to him he'll be able to see the truth like this. Or he hopes he will, all things considered. He exhales softly when he tells him to keep going, then slowly slides that same finger in further.




It's even hotter than his mouth is. Drier, though. Just like his own throat feels doing this to him.]

Like this? [He feels his second knuckle slide in, finally stopping when he hasn't got anything else left. He breathes out, pulls the finger back out and repeats the motion.]

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[Swallowing and exhaling a gasp of air in a puff to let his lip slip out of his mouth, Oikawa met Iwaizumi's gaze and kept it while his finger went deeper, and he couldn't hide that the way he was watching him with such intent honestly made his ears start to color. It was almost embarrassing, but he loved being watched by him. Loved watching him look at him, loved having his attention especially for this. Muffling a softer sound by licking his lips again, Oikawa let his eyes nearly shut, keeping Iwai's gaze through his eyelashes even as he shifted his hips again - the motion and the pressure of something pressed as far in as possible made his body squeeze again, but it didn't take too long for the slow, continued motion to start making him relax.]

M-mhh.. yeah.

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[Seeing him flush a little made his own stomach flip-flop a little uncomfortably, and try as he might, he can't stop himself from squirming a little under him. It feels as though it'd be uncomfortable, and that's even before Oikawa does that little squeeze that even makes his ears and neck flush.]

It feels as though you're going to take my finger off.

[But he keeps pushing it in and out, biting his lip at the pressure until Oikawa does slowly start to relax into it.]

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Heeeh, just wait till we get something that isn't just spit and I can take your dick instead.

[His voice went softer at the end of that, despite teasing - he wants it, but Iwaizumi is thicker than his (beautiful, strong) fingers. It is undoubtably going to hurt until he can get used to it. Just his fingers for now, that will be enough, he doesn't want to hurt Iwaizumi just as much as he doesn't want to hurt him. Shivering with the continued deep presses, with only occasionally squeezing around him the more his body relaxed, Oikawa leaned to rest his forehead against Iwai's and let out this soft, appreciative moan. It was starting to feel good, less that there's a finger in his ass and more that Iwai is literally fucking him finally.]

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[His hand jerks forward this time, and there's no doubt that his face is red when it ducks down. They've done stuff, a bunch of stuff sure but he hadn't really considered going that far before. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, he thinks, mentioned some porn with that before, but he hadn't been all that interested back then.

Now he wishes he had more of an idea, because he thinks if he tries anything like that he'll rip Oikawa apart.

At the same time, with how tight he is it sounds fucking amazing.]

I don't think I could last. You're-- [he exhales slowly, biting his lip at the moan that slips out of Oikawa's mouth] --way too tight.

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[His voice lilted briefly with that jerk and Oikawa's body clamps down out of surprise, squeezing so tightly, it takes him a few moments to just breathe and shudder, and he wants more just like that. Dragging his free hand up Iwaizumi's body, grinding his thumb across an exposed nipple now, he turns his head down to mouth at his lips, gasping gently while rocking his hips back lightly.]

Fuck, Hajime.. Use your other finger too. [He's too tight, but that's what this is for, right? To open him up, to stretch him so he could take more than just the one finger. Still, Oikawa is thinking of it, thinking about Iwaizumi's thick cock and how he'd press right into him with the slow, careful pace at first that he had used with his finger, how he'd fill him up and make him desperate with just pressing inside.]

If I'm tight, it's all the better for you, right?

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[He can't help it, he makes a noise when Oikawa clamps down on him and his entire arm throbs with the pressure. He can't handle it, presses his other hand to his mouth and bites down. Now Oikawa's brought it up he can't help but imagine it too, but the pressure--the pressure of this is likely to make him come in a second flat. He can't even last watching Oikawa when he's in a state.

Nevermind something like this.]

I-- [His mouth feels too woolen, to dry and scratchy at once and there's no saliva to even swallow at this point.] I don't know. It feels like it's too much. Tooru, you're... [He's too much, but that's not exactly news is it, either?]

I want you.

[I want you, but I don't want to hurt you. Ever. Of course saying something like that when his fingers are pulling out, pulling back until he can spit on them (with some disgust, mind you, but for Oikawa it's worth it) seems rather ridiculous too. He presses in two then, closes his eyes with a gasp because he feels like he's drowning.] Okay...?

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I want you so much.

[I love you so much, I want to make you feel good in ways no one else could, I want you to myself forever. Everything Iwaizumi does is making his body buzz with electricity, he felt like he was burning from the inside out and even his cock twitched helplessly between them - Oikawa didn't think to reach down and touch himself just yet, too caught up in touching Iwaizumi and feeling his touch - and then he's pulling his hand away to spit and all Oikawa can think is yes yes yes when the two fingers press inward this time.

Gasping louder, his eyes fluttered before shutting and squeezing, and Oikawa held himself still while letting Iwai press inward to give him so much of want he wants. Trembling where he laid and sucking at his lower lip, he moaned louder this time, body squeezing both fingers hard before slowly beginning to relax.]

Hhha! O-okay, I - love you! [He can't help himself, it's too good, everything is too good.]

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[His ears burn and his shoulders shake at the declaration. His wrist feels numb from being bent, from pressing into him but he ignores it in favour of rolling his fingers in all the way again. It's even tighter now, he notes, understandably so.

Then Oikawa's squeezing him tight and the garbled noise he makes fills him with nothing but embarrassment (and his cock twitches, growing half hard again already and half has to worry and wonder how much of this he can take. how many times is Oikawa going to lead him to this sorry state.]

Shut up, Trashykawa-- [He's gasping. He can't help himself.] We don't need everyone to know.

[But they probably already do...]

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Shut me up if you want me to stop talking then, Iwa-chan~

[Breathing the words out against his lips and cracking a smile even as he struggles to open his eyes enough to see him, Oikawa shivers and moans against Iwai's mouth, gasping and panting and he feels like he's being pulled apart when Iwaizumi's fingers press in entirely. It feels a little strange, something thicker replacing what had been there before, but they took it so slow to start that his body was already trying to relax to accommodate, trying to accept the pressure in him.

Of course everyone already knows how much they love each other.]

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[There's not even a full second that passes before his teeth clamp down on Oikawa's lower lip and tug the skin. His tongue swipes the slightly abused spot after, but then he's pressing their mouths together pretty harshly, keeping them locked close. It's only when he feels they're attached enough that he pulls his fingers back, rolling them back inside until they're pushed in deep. His fingers wiggle on the inside, curving and rubbing, scissoring and trying anything he can think of, pretty much, get help him out. Whatever gets him off, he guesses.

He can't work out where to press, of course, but this is more than enough for now.]

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[Shuddering and letting out higher keening sounds into the kiss that he lovingly returns, Oikawa's eyes are already shut again with eyebrows knitting together at just the overwhelming sensations making him shake. Rocking his hips back lightly into Iwai's touch, gasping and moaning loudly, everything is setting him on fire. He can't take this for very long, it's too much and without even touching himself, Oikawa can feel his climax coming too soon. Lifting the hand that wasn't trapped under the back of Iwai's neck to reach and drag his nails against the mat next to his head, then into his hair to stroke and just kiss him wholeheartedly. His body began clamping tighter and tighter around his fingers until his hips rutted forward, rocking their cocks together while every shift back was a beg for a deeper press.

He's so close, he was going to make a mess and he didn't care the least bit.]

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[It's incredibly difficult to concentrate on both at once, he notices. When he kisses Oikawa like this, head tilting and pushing deep, his fingers slip and he jerks his hand harder than intended. But Oikawa's pushing back too, pushing against the digits in such a way that he has no idea how or why it feels so good for him, only that he's glad it does. He forgets that he was getting just as hard too, when Oikawa's dick pushes closes and rocks against his.

His fingers stutter, curve as if to claw at him gently and he moans in the back of his throat. He wants Oikawa to come already, to give himself a little reprieve too and he has no idea how he's going to have had 3 orgasms in one afternoon other than that Oikawa is unstoppable and he might just die young anyway.

Then his hand reaches between them both, grips around both their cocks and tugs so he's jerking them both off at the same time.]

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[Breaking the kiss when Iwaizumi's hand grips them both to keen loudly, to call his name with a sweet pitch in his voice, Oikawa ruts eagerly between his hands while gasping for air, babbling nothing but needy things - about how much he loves him, he loves his touch, he loves his hands, needs his hands on him - and then Iwai curved his fingers and he can't take it anymore. He found his prostate with that move and pressing there just was the end for Oikawa.

Shuddering and honestly unable to help the hard shake of his hips when he came, Oikawa continued rocking his hips back and thrusting forward against his hand, letting Iwai keep it up so he could ride the electricity through until he was exhausted. At least when he came, Iwai got a boost of something slick to work their cocks with.]

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[He wishes they were still kissing, because no matter how much Oikawa might say a bunch of that normally and without restraint (especially how much he loves him) it's so genuine and honest as he is right now that his skin burns from the string of compliments. The look on his face, too, is something only dreams are made of and he finds that it's too late for him, that image is burned into his memory for him to jerk off to between lessons now too, unable to stop himself probably.

Oikawa was turning him into a wreck.

He's grateful for the extra fluid between them though, even if it's gross that he's using it for this. His hand moves faster, arm shaking from how close he is and how difficult it is to do both of them at once.

It doesn't take much.

When he comes, too, his hips jerk up, fingers thrust hard into Oikawa even though he's finished but it's to mimic what would have happened if he was buried there--and he doesn't even realise it. Doesn't realise that it's a knee jerk reaction because that's what he wants as well.]

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[Gasping out this lilting sound of Hajime when he came too, it was all because of that press of his fingers - it did enough to Oikawa's oversensitive body that he came again, just this weak pulse of fluid that did little more than add to the slimy mess in Iwaizumi's hand before slumping against him. It was too much, but it was everything he could have possibly wanted. Trembling where he laid with his head against his shoulder and panting, Oikawa tried to pull his mind together again but he felt so thouroughly fucked and satisfied finally, that he couldn't do more than breathe for several long minutes.]

God... [His ass was going to be sore. It wasn't that they didn't have enough spit, but the roughness was just more than enough to make him feel raw. There weren't complaints about that though, far from it. Sluggishly reaching up to stroke Iwaizumi's hair and kiss his temple, Oikawa struggled to keep himself from actually passing out from pleasure.]

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I... [He can barely speak, sliding his fingers out and letting his arm drop to the mat as he struggles to remember to breathe. At this rate he isn't going to have any clothes left, as he's pretty sure even these haven't come out unscathed. His eyes shut briefly, teeth gnawing at his lip as he tries to shove all the images away for some other time.

It's easier than dealing with the fact that it's likely Oikawa is about to pass out on him and they can't stay like this.]

Oi. [He pinches his side, exhales sharply and squints up at him.] Let's clean up first.

[Really he just wants a shower to be honest.]

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[Rubbing his cheek into place and only making a little whine at the pinch to his side, Oikawa slowly picked himself up onto his elbows, pressing them over Iwaizumi's shoulders to gaze down at him for a moment and just smile. He was too busy breathing to say it all, but the look on his face was everything he had been speaking before, three plain words - and then he was shifting to try and get up enough to roll over and let Iwaizumi up. Their shirts were slopped on, but luckily pants seemed to fall far enough that neither got stained.]

Mm, okaay~ do we want to try and gather stuff for a shower? We're pretty messy now.. but the locker room showers should be okay for rinsing, plus they should be totally empty.

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[He... averts his eyes at the look on his face, giving him a gentle shove because while he certainly doesn't mind it, he's mad at himself for finding that kind of expression on his face... cute. Gross.]

I'm going to kill you if you don't let me have a shower at this point.

[They don't have enough toiletries for this amount of sex. Plus he doesn't want to think about how dirty his hand must be now. He yanks off the shirt first, not even caring that it's not his and simply uses it to clean himself up enough first. He tugs his shorts and underwear up next, flinging that dirty shirt in Oikawa's face.

Hope he didn't want romancing after that.]

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[With that shirt flung in his face, Oikawa squawks a bit and hot potatoes it between his hands before dropping it with a half laugh - then he's shrugging off Iwaizumi's stolen one to drop next to his, moving to sit up. Ah, sitting up, it shot a sore pain up his spine, enough to make him grimace - and then Oikawa is pushing himself to his feet anyway, ignoring it and masking the ache with a pleased smile. It really was worth any pain he has to tolerate now for all those hot actions before.]

Waaah, that's such a mean thing to say, you wouldn't do that! Let's go, let's go..

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[Does Oikawa think he's stupid enough to fall for that? He notices the grimace and can only imagine how that feels. He didn't really get how that'd feel good to begin with, but there Oikawa is again, surprising him.

He sighs and reaches out, nudging his shoulder as he makes sure he looks presentable enough in case someone is skipping, then grabs a clean pair of underwear (he really needs to do laundry now, thanks Oikawa) and steps outside towards the locker room showers.]

At this rate I might have to

[It's a half hearted grumble at best though.]

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[Picking up fresh underwear to change into for after his own shower, hiding it in a bundle in his jacket and laughing softly, Oikawa trots after Iwaizumi to cross the gym towards the locker room.]

Nah, you wouldn't ever, I know it deep down in my soul~ Iwa-chan is too protective to ever let me really get hurt like that!

i'm starting a new thread right after this for the time skip!!!

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Is that what you tell yourself? [It's true though, no matter how much he might still be playing along with this. It's just the way he is. The way they are.

He'll stop after that though, surprising them both at some point mid-shower by reaching out to massage Oikawa's back, trying to work out some of the pains so he doesn't have to be embarrassed later.

See, he definitely does care, they're just idiots.]

HELLA

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[It's probably a good thing he's worked himself too tired to get it up again even with that really nice back massage. Iwaizumi was rewarded with simple light little kisses and warm smile for his efforts, with no words needing to be exchanged.

Who needs words when they were 100% in sync?]