( 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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It's not a terrible thing. [Though he's already starting to feel a little tired, not having the same amount of energy as before and all. It's easy enough to relax as Oikawa cleans them up though, sneaking kisses over his face, temple, hair and shoulders as he works their skin clean.

He follows his lead when he's tugged too, curious when Oikawa pulls him down to the mat, shifting to get comfortable. At least he mostly is until Oikawa's tugging off his pants and he's using his good hand to unfasten buttons slowly. His eyes wander a little in the meantime, watching him carefully. He pulls one side off easily enough, but getting it over his okay hand is difficult when he can't properly tug it off.]

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[When he has managed to shuck the majority of their clothes off and his hands come skimming up Iwaizumi's body again to gently push that fabric off his shoulders, Oikawa leans in appreciatively and kisses his nose, murmuring while sliding soft fingertips along his neck and across broad shoulders while baring them in the same movement.]

So I found a little something in my locker a few days ago. [Several more kisses pepper over Iwaizumi's neck and face before Oikawa is shifting to sit up and reach past their bed mat to where they store their meager things - and he's digging through his bag. It seemed the only appropriate place to hide it, in the end.]

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[His nose crinkles when Oikawa kisses it, helping him get his shirt off by rolling his shoulder. He leaves small kisses in return, mouth soft against skin before he's pressed down against so Oikawa can lean up. His head tilts to try and look.]

Yeah? What is it?

[Though considering what's happening right now he's Suspicious.]

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[Finding the little bottle - it's not a lot, but it's more than enough to do things like this maybe three or four times, if they were careful not to waste it - before Oikawa is pulling the clear capped bottle out to bring into sight. With it out though, Oikawa is shifting to straddle Iwaizumi's hips, perched lightly just into his lap.]

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[He swallows, teeth pressing against his lip as he notices what he has in his hand. He can feel how close Oikawa is, finding it all the more obvious now he's starting to catch up.]

What-- [He licks his lips, finding them dry.] --did you want to do with it?

[It's a way of asking how far? anyway.]

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I want to feel you. As much as I can.

[The words come out as a soft husky whisper, looking down at him with color creeping into his cheeks - but then his gaze roams down Iwaizumi's body and back up, and Oikawa presses the tab on the cap to pop it open with that little click. Leaning in and bending down to kiss between his pecs, he takes his time slowly kissing up his body while standing on his knees over him, hands working between them to pour some of the lube onto his fingers of his left hand and coat them slick.]

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[It isn't taking long for his own skin to flush, and despite the fact that they both came just minutes before he's finding that he's getting hard already at the promise that lingers there. Feeling the liquid on his fingers though only makes this all the more real.]

It's... [He breathes out.] much better than spit.

[It's also harder to control these fingers compared to his dominant hand, so he's a little worried about hurting him.]

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[Once he's done coating Iwaizumi's fingers, Oikawa leans down with a hand beside his head to kiss him soundly and use his other hand to guide his hand back, humming warmly against his mouth. His hand comes back after placing Iwai's where it needs to be, where Oikawa needs that touch, and wets his fingers with another pass of the lube before drifting down to slowly smooth over his cock. He knows he's not ready yet, but with how smooth Iwaizumi's skin feels like this, Oikawa can't help himself in just palming that hardening flesh and slowly making a ring with his thumb and forefinger, easing his hand up and down Iwaizumi's shaft.]

It's so much better than spit.

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[He exhales when Oikawa touches him too, hesitating over pressing his fingers in just yet. He's a little worried he'll overdo it amd stab him or something. It's irrational.]

Don't do that yet though, okay? [Even if it makes his mouth water, he knows he won't last with both at once.] i don't know if I'll last otherwise.

[Especially when he's pressing his finger forward to slide it in. There's much less friction this time and he groans at the searing tight heat.]

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Ah, right, you can get going just by watching me helpless because of the things you do to me~

[Affectionately teasing with those words and slowly drawing his hand all the way back up, he instead shifts his hand to stroking himself, mouthing lightly against his ear with a smile on his face - and then that finger presses in and Oikawa can't help a soft, sweet moan. Shifting his legs a little further apart, then curving his ass up more to his touch with a little shift in his hips, he stills once again to let Iwaizumi take his time.]

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Shut up... [His face burns from the reminder. It doesn't help when Oikawa's mouth is against his ear and the ony hamd capable of swatting him away is currently lodged up his ass.]

Fuck... [It's hard to think straight when Oikawa eagerly bends for him, arches to make the slide of his finger easier. He pushes it in and out, trying to not focus on how he's become more pliant by the second.] You feel so good.

[He's not as scared or nervous now, even if his less hand doesn't coordinate as well as his right. Oikawa looks like he's enjoying himself after all. So he curves that finger, pressing it deeper until it's as far as he can push and wiggles it inside him.]

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[Panting against his ear the more Iwaizumi's hand works, the more he feels that finger open him up nice and slowly, Oikawa can't help the way he shivers when he says you feel so good. He's going to feel so much better once he can sit on his cock, it's going to feel so good and he knows it, but he has to get his body to accommodate that thickness first. The curve and the deepest press make him shiver hard, and muffle the soft keening sound for how it feels - it's so good, Iwaizumi is too good to him, spoiling him with everything he wants.]

Mnhh! A-ahnnn, H-aajime!

[Softly calling his name with that wiggling and how his body clamps for a moment before relaxing, releasing to give him more space to work with, Oikawa is whispering two, use two into his ear now, shaking with the effort it takes not to start rocking back against his touch. He loves his hands, he loves his cock, he loves his voice and breathless sounds and his face and everything about Iwaizumi, Oikawa is so absolutely sure he loves.]

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[He really didn't need Oikawa to touch him, as the moans start up against his ear his dick grows harder. The breaths and sighs against his ear don't help, making him want to die on the spot because he expects Oikawa to tease him more.]

You sound so lewd like this... [He trails off when he slowly slides in two fingers, flushing at the way his body reacts to him. At how Oikawa shakes from holding himself back. He feels flushed and needy all over, but Oikawa looks breathtaking.]

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Iwa-chan makes me feel lewd, I can't help expressing how I feel.

[Purring his words out while drifting both of his own hands up and around Iwaizumi's head, fingers dragging against the floor, Oikawa bounces his hips back so carefully against his fingers, already past the feeling of strangeness - is it because it's Iwaizumi touching him? Maybe. He might be trying to be patient, but he wants him so much and knows damn well how neither of them will last once they start but it's worth the few minutes of being connected as physically as possible.

They're already 100% in sync mentally and emotionally.]

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[He gets the impatient, to a certain point anyway. He doesn't know how or why this feels good to the other really, but he does know that he wants to help any way he can. At the moment he works his fingers in and out of him again, pressing deep and curving them, shifting to the bump of Oikawa's hips.]

Pervert.

[It's muttered softly before his fingers twist inside him, scissoring out slowly to spread him apart a little but also try and relieve some of the pressure on his own fingers. He still feels so tight even now.]

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Says the guy finger fucking me so good, so so good.

[Grinning and lifting his head enough to gaze down at him with lidded eyes, Oikawa drags his fingers against the floor with a breathy moan at the feeling of being opened more. There's so much want in every motion he makes and feels through Iwai's touch that he has to whisper how much he loves him again. Dipping his head down to say all those things with his lips against his best friends, Oikawa keeps gently rutting back against his fingers, eager to get his body to relax sooner - but the scisssoring is already helping open him up.]

Love you, love what you do to me, every single touch and kiss and mhhhh~~!

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Shut up... [He does, at least, colour a little in his face at that, eyes turning away a bit.] You asked for this.

[He follows it up by slamming his fingers up into him too, now that he's getting easier to move inside, that more nonsense is being babbled out. It's harder to remember what was good last time when he's using the other hand, but he can make guesses.

He tilts his head slightly, teeth clamping and pulling on Oikawa's lower lip now to try and get him to quieten down. Hopefully it'll help.]

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I did, I wanted it so much.

[Muffling a needier whine with the slam of Iwaizumi's fingers so much deeper, Oikawa shudders and his head dips in with that pull on his lip, kissing him eagerly while still burying those sweet breathless keens against his mouth. Oikawa almost wants to go like this, wants to have Iwaizumi keep doing this to him until he comes again so when they start, he's more likely to be tired out with him by the end - he's already hard and bobbing between them. He hasn't reached down to touch himself since he started, no, his hands have been occupied between the floor and Iwaizumi's hair and with one hand burying into dark locks again to suck and dip his tongue into his mouth to really taste him, he is starting to lose any ability to think.]

L-ove you love you love it, fuck Haa-jime..! [He's ready for another finger, is what he's really trying to say - he's ready for them to be one step closer to raising his hips and sinking them around him.]

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[He wants to swear with how Oikawa sounds like that, murmuring soft things against his mouth in a way that makes him tremble too. He wants to fuck him already, but it's impossible to rush it with the fear of hurting him hanging over his head. It's why he pulls those two fingers out and slowly eases in three instead. It's almost hard to breathe when he opens him up, eyes shutting as he tries to keep control of himself.

Listening to Oikawa when he's like this makes it incredibly difficult to ignore him though. He tries to focus on Oikawa's tongue in his mouth, on the way his fingers move inside the other and the hand in his hair and groans softly, already dripping with need for the other teen.]

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[There's something about where they are and how good Oikawa feels that for a moment, he thinks he's home and they're wrapped up in each other on one of their bedroom floors - he outright forgets that they're hiding in a storage room in a gym at a haunted school and that third finger makes him feel like he's ready. He doesn't break the kiss yet, it does quiet him down when he can finally shut up long enough to suck at his lips and tongue and hum in place, and all Oikawa can do is just keep arching for him, hands still stroking his hair and gripping the floor and he hasn't felt warmer.]

Just a little longer. [When he can break the kiss, those are the only words he whispers, head tipping down to work kisses up and down Iwaizumi's neck while his knees shift to spread his legs just a little more. Dipping one hand down to briefly stroke himself, then smooth down Iwaizumi's abdomen, he palms his cock too while trying to not touch him too much - he knows just how quick Iwaizumi can go and Oikawa knows just how much they both want to last. They want to connect before they lose it.]

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[He can't speak so he just groans in reply. It's easier to forget where they are when his eyes are lidded, clouded with lust and all he can see is Oikawa anyway. Like they have their very own bubble. His head tilts to allow the kisses now, eyes shutting completely with a sigh as he drinks up the attention. He concentrates more on his hand though, on twisting the three digits and pushing and pulling to build a rhythm and to curl them slightly aiming to make him even weaker to him.

His hand jerks when Oikawa touches him though, slamming up out of pace, fingers still curved as he pants to keep homself in check because even though they've done this a few times now he's already sensitive from before.]

Wait-- [It comes out as a groan, teeth digging into his lip.]

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[Jerking back against his hand when Iwaizumi's rhythm gets ruined and his hand jerks into him, he moans loudly, unable to keep himself quiet for that press and he struggles with himself to not squirm - his fingers were right against his prostate like that with the curve, oh god it was too much all at once and he's gasping. He hears that call for wait though and drags his hand right back up his body, shivering hard and gasping.]

Oh god, Hajime!

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How much... [He's just as breathless, eyes struggling to keep open at the cries slipping from Oikawa's lips. He trkes to stretch them out instead, pushing against his inmer walls and the searing heat inside. If he's not ready soon he's not going to last, that's for sure.]

How much longer? [It's said softly, as though he daren't speak up just yet. He feels like there are tingles spreading through him like wildfire.]

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I think I'm ready - I don't want to wait anymore...

[His words are soft even when he slips one arm around Iwaizumi's shoulders - and then he's shifting, sitting up enough and lifting his hips to reach down and try to start lining them up, nervousness eating in his gut but he can't stand to wait anymore, he wants him now and the threat of pain doesn't leave a fear in him anymore.]

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I don't care if you don't want to wait any more, are you ready? [He's not hurting him out of their impatience, that seems dumb as fuck in his opinion.] I'm not going to hurt you for... This.

[He does let his hand drop though, shifting to press his palm to the floor so he can lean up a bit too, offer the other some grounding but also as a means to keep his own head steady.]