( 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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[Actually breathing out this little giggle, Oikawa easily takes that step in to lean flush against his frame and all he can do is keep running those kisses up and down his neck and throat and over his face, peppering love into every action, until his right hand is drifting down to stroke at his hip too - then dipping inward to knead at his thigh, because he wants to give him more than just these sweet gestures.]

But you love that part of me too~

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[His hand grips tight at his back, not actually holding on all the way now because he's way too distracted by the nicer feelings he has on his skin compared to the throbs of pain from his right hand.

His head rolls the other way, as though he's trying to escape the other.]

Stop flattering yourself.[He's grumpy when he says it though, flustered that he's being smothered with so much affection.]

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[He lets him escape - for now. No, Oikawa's kisses go roaming down as he sinks slowly to his knees, kissing down Iwaizumi's chest and stomach with his hands drifting and both are stroking at his thighs now, nuzzling against his hip.]

And I love every last bit of you, Iwa-chan.

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[Warmth flares in his stomach, in his lungs and heart as his breath hitches here and there. His teeth press into his lip, curling his mouth as his eyes flutter and he doesn't know how or where to place his hand anymore. He can't touch him enough now, so when he looks down at him, right hand shaking at his side, he's fighting back a sad expression, and failing terribly.]

Tooru... [He can't believe that anymore. The way his eyes sweep from the other towards his injured hand shows that too.

Yet he can't voice it either.]

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Every last bit.

[Oikawa emphasizes his words with a kiss, because he hears that sad tone before he looks up and sees him looking so distraught. Reaching finally to guide that right hand over, holding it so carefully with his own, he starts working kisses over those bandages as gently as possible. Just seeing them makes his heart ache, just knowing why they were there still makes him angry with himself - he's still not worth those digits, he wasn't worth saving when he came back just like that, he won't let Iwaizumi ever hurt himself like this again.

He says nothing else though, he can only continue those kisses as they went over his palm, over where his fingers used to be, then over his wrist and slowly up his arm to his elbow and back down.]

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[His mouth feels like it wants to spill with a million things he wants to say but he can't bring himself to at all. Everytime his lips part Oikawa kisses a new place and even if he can barely feel it, he knows exactly where his is. His left hand slides through the other's hair, fluffing it up even more but feeling calmed by the action.

It's only when he feels calmed enough that he speaks, and even then his voice cracks.]

I can't touch you like I want to.

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It's okay.

[His tone is soft and gentle, if not a little muffled from how he's still kissing his palm. Stroking his thumb over the bandages, over knuckles and knowing how badly they both wish he still had them, Oikawa knows just as well that wishing them back won't fix anything. Turning his eyes up again with his lips over sensitive skin with only bandages between them, he smiles too gently when his own left hand comes forward to pet Iwaizumi's stomach.

They'll figure something out, that would make them both happy as time continues.]

I love you anyway.

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I-- [This whole situation is shit... he feels useless, like he's worthless in a sense because he can't do a lot of things now. Because Oikawa won't even play properly anymore and it's a waste.

He sinks down before he can help himself, knees giving out.

He can't really feel it, every kiss against bandages are like a ghost's. Like he can't really feel with that hand anymore. Anything he does feel is associated with pain. If Oikawa kisses too high, over where the digits are gone it stings like a bitch.]

Don't.

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[Reaching his other arm up to catch Iwaizumi when he starts crashing down, easing him down with him to keep kissing his hand, Oikawa only moves his mouth to his wrist before turning his head to kiss him into silence, guiding that right hand over and resting it over his heart. He won't press it down, not this time, but it's there to tell him how much he needs him.]

I will always love you, you can't convince me not to.

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I'm not saying that... [He presses his face forward, slumping into him a little now that they're closer and almost the same level.] It's sore. It doesn't even feel good anymore, sorry...

[His other hand reaches to slide up the back of Oikawa's shirt, touching skin slowly, trying to memorise the feeling in the fear that one day both hands will be gone because of this place and all he'll have left is his mouth. It's irrational, but this place is making him a little crazy.]

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It's okay. Shhh shh.

[Stroking his touch slowly from wrist up Iwaizumi's arm, he leaned in to kiss at his chin now, stroking his side with his other hand while being more than happy to support his weight. Sometimes it feels like Iwaizumi supports him all the time, instead of Oikawa being able to do it for even a little.]

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[He wants to agree but instead he goes quiet, his hand despite him ignoring the problem for the most part, is a sore spot now. Both physically and emotionally and he ended up a little overwhelmed, over thinking what he can't do now. He still has his other hand though, which he slides forward to press fingers over Oikawa's ribs.]

I wouldn't want you to stop loving me anyway. [Not ever, but especially here. As much as he hates to admit it sometimes, he's finding he needs the support too now.]

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[He won't stop holding that hand when he feels he can work affection all over it, grateful still forever about Iwaizumi trying to save him that day, Oikawa smiles warmly against his skin as he peppers soft kisses over his mouth, nipping gently.]

Good. [With that then, he leans into his frame, mildly pressing Iwaizumi up against the wall where he sits almost on his knees with the other boy almost in his lap, and Oikawa just arches for his touch, lips dipping to skim along his ear.]

Can I make you feel good? I really want to.

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Like you ever have to ask for anything... [It comes out as a mumble, his head tipping to the side to make room but to also try and tip Oikawa's lips from his ear as he even feels them redden. There really isn't anywhere to move to though, not when Oikawa is pressing him up against the wall a little, their bodies close.

He flattens his palm down against Oikawa's chest and rakes his nails gently over the skin.]

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[He wants him right here like this for now, because even as Iwaizumi tries to lean away so he can't keep teasing his ear, Oikawa chases his skin to kiss down his neck and work loving kisses into his skin all the way to his shoulder. Humming lower with the simple feel of his palm, almost too aware of how it is definitely his left hand and how much he still loves his right, Oikawa drags both hands downward to knead at Iwaizumi's thighs.]

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You better not be leaving marks. [The kisses come light enough at least, but he doesnt need Karasuno's first years judging them for this when there is so much going on here. Yet, he's breathless when he says it, his breath even hitching with every kiss that touches his skin.

He needs this just as much, to enjoy the intamacy and he rubs his fingers up and down, and when Oikawa's hands kneads his thighs (and they aren't shaking, they aren't he swears) he reaches up to smooth his thumb over Oikawa's nipple gently. Now that Oikawa let his right hand go he curls that arm around the back of his neck, pulling himself closer to kiss the corner of his mouth..]

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I'll only leave marks where you can cover them, my shy Iwa-chan.

[Teasing a softer patch of skin when he says that and sucking a red welt into his collarbone, it's with Iwaizumi's roaming touch coming to pinch that Oikawa bites the spot hard, before lifting his head with the curl of his right arm around so he can meet that kiss with a smile. He wants to mark him in more obvious places, but he'll go with the request.

Keeping his legs over his hips to keep Iwaizumi propped, Oikawa let's one hand drift inward to fuss with his pants, before dipping down into his underwear to stroke him slowly - just watching for a long moment to drink in Iwaizumi's reactions, his breathing changing and how he shifts and shivers.]

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Shut up. [He says it as a grumble, eyes shutting tight at the sharp pang of teeth digging into his skin. It feels better than he wants to admit, than he wants to say that he likes it when Oikawa does things like this to remind him where he belongs, but he's also conscious of the fact that they need to support others too.

Granted, any thought of that goes out the window when Oikawa's hand drifts into his underwear to stroke at his dick. His head rolls back, lips parting to breathe as he rolls his hips as much as he can get away with while propped like this. The wall feels hard against his back, but it's a good reassurance right now.]

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[When Iwaizumi's head rolls back, Oikawa's mouth drags down that bared throat and sucks on his adams apple - hard enough to redden the skin, but the mark won't last for more than a twenty minutes. Keeping up the pace with his hand, slow and languid and rubbing the pad of his thumb just over the slit, he licked at the dip in his throat above his collarbones, murmuring.]

Make me, Hajime. Shut me up if you can't take it.

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Oi-- [He starts when he can feel his skin filling with blood, and while his head and mouth clearly protested leaving marks, his body seems to enjoy it given how his head stays tipped back, spine arching from the wall a little.]

You're impossible, sometimes...

[But he still isn't moving to stop him, empty threats being said instead of anything concrete. Instead he just flicks his thumb over Oikawa's nipple again, rubbing over the skin in soft circles.]

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I'm invincible, sometimes.

[Giggling around the bruise and drifting his kisses back down to drag his teeth along Iwai's collarbones and just all but write his name into his skin, Oikawa curls his fingers more firmly and bounces his hand, leaning into his touch more with a softer groan.]

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[This time his breath comes out like a laugh, skin jumping when Oikawa's teeth press against skin and he shudders]

Sometimes, huh. [He barely knows what he's saying anymore though, when his hips keep rolling to try and get friction and suddenly it's not all that difficult anymore. His hand drops to grip Oikawa's hip, legs twist so Oikawa has little choice but to take a lot of his weight now, amd he wraps them around his hips instead, drags himself closer until they're pressing together. He can't use both hands right now so it feels like the best alternative.]

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[Shifting forward to help when Iwaizumi shifts to try and bring their hips together, Oikawa leans in to pin him up against the wall and rock into him, groaning louder - and then he's pulling his hand out, both of them dropping down to work at his own pants to undo them, before shucking them and Iwaizumi's down enough just to get their dicks together so he can bring his right hand down and draw his mouth up to breathe in his ear, voice husky.]

Give me your left.

[Oikawa's left is coming up to help support Iwaizumi, so he can keep his right arm looped around his neck, but this way - they're both touching each other, they're both working this to the end.]

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Better-- [That's so much better. Granted his hips jerk at the first motion, unable to stop himself completely, but then he's letting his hand drop to help the other out. He makes a fist around him, groaning as he tightens his figers a little and tugs at him. His ear is still tingling, helping him forget that this is all he can do with his right at the moment anyway.

Then he's shifting to kiss him, hot as he can, mouth wet and a little clumsy as he has to concentrate more to move his left hand in the same way his right would move.]

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[Meeting his kiss with a hungry mouth of his own, Oikawa moaned from his touch, just the feeling of his hand alone made his hips rut forward. Squeezing him firmly and working his fingers over his cock faster, struggling to keep his focus and let him finish first, wanting to feel Iwaizumi make that mess between them first, Oikawa tipped his head to match their mouths better and pressed his tongue forward, lapping eagerly at his mouth.

When he did get a little break between kisses, all he could do was gasp his name and soft, breathy I love yous.]