( 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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So good...!

[Oikawa finishes his sentence for him with those words, with his voice soft and breathy and even with the bite on his throat, nothing compares when he can ease himself lower and lower. The initial press was done and he was free to move with his body giving way and all Oikawa could feel was electricity, ready to burn him from the inside out. Its not until he has fully seated with nothing more to take that his hand comes up to stroke the back of Iwaizumi's neck and moan, encouraging the bite to be so much more.]

Iwa-chan, I can feel your heartbeat...

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Stop talking... God. I. [There's a bit of saliva still on his skin along with a bright red bite mark and he buries his face against Oikawa's throat, dying to move or do something.] It's too tight. How are you even okay...

[He can't wrap his head around it, even as sweat starts to form on his temple and make him dizzy. He needs to move. To do something.

It doesn't help that he's embarrassed as hell knowing that they really are 100% connected now. Knowing that Oikawa can feel like his heart is racing, his hands are shaking and he's so ready to burst already that he thinks his mind might be blanking out.]

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[Swallowing hard and feeling the burn on his throat from where Iwaizumi bit him, it is absolutely going to bruise so dark and he knows it. Smiling and breathing in deeply just to slowly exhale it through his teeth, Oikawa keeps stroking his fingertips against the back of his neck in a soothing gesture, before slowly starting to raise his hips - god does that feel good, just that action alone was worth all the waiting.]

I'm okay.. because we prepared.. and because i-it's so good...! [He can't stop saying that, he can't stop thinking about the pulse he can feel hammering in his own chest, that contrasts to the thick pulse he can almost count a blood pressure on through his ass.] Come on, Hajime, do it, move, I can take it, I'm okay~

[His words are soft and breathy again for just raising his hips, and he isn't waiting until Iwaizumi raises up for him because Oikawa is already moving to press his body back down again, moaning low about how it feels inside.]

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I need to-- [Only it's hard to think of what he needs to do when Oikawa is sliding up again, hard to work out how to prop himself so he can shift his hips like he feels like he wants to. He ends up having to nudge Oikawa's hand from his neck, leaning back and away from him so he can lay flat on the ground. His hand shifts to press down, knees bend slightly.]

I'm working on it, just give me--fuck. [He doesn't have a moment to think it over though when Oikawa is sliding back down again, his body shaking from trying to keep himself together. Teeth grit and his eyes squeeze shut at the pressure as it returns.

His hand reaches out, left gripping left hip tightly until it'll bruise the skin and the next time Oikawa pulls up, he'll find Iwaizumi pushing back on his shoulder blades to meet him half way. It's awkward and definitely just a first attempt at this but it's hard to keep his balance otherwise.

Not to mention he feels winded at this point, like all he can do is curse and hope for the best. There's no way he'll outlast Oikawa at this rate.]

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[Letting Iwaizumi lay back and only stabilizing himself with his palm against the others chest, feeling that heartbeat under his touch as well as through their connection, Oikawa hangs his head down now with his chin to his chest when he whines at the feeling. Panting with his lips parted and his tongue peeking out, he moves so slowly still even if it's definite movement. Raising his hips again as high as he could go, letting out a gasp when he accidentally pulls up too high and Iwaizumi pops out of him, Oikawa shudders at just that feeling before his hand is already dipping back to line them up again, swallowing hard and licking his own lips.

Once he can sink again and Iwaizumi is lifting his hips to meet him, Oikawa puts his head back again as if he can't get any air in his lungs and just shivers with the effort to not bounce faster. He wants it, he wants every last inch to pound him, he can feel the tip every time it slides past his prostate.]

Oh god...

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[His right arm curves to drape over his eyes because there's no way he can watch this, not when Oikawa is making the lewdest of noises and shifting for and with him. He gasps when he slips out, as though it's a small relief to not feel that pressure but as soon as Oikawa sinks down again he's groaning in the back of his throat, lips parted as his nails dig into skin.]

Tooru... [It's mouthed more than spoken, unable to raise his voice with the fear of what kind of noises that might slip out.]

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[He wants him to look, that would just make it all complete. He wants Iwaizumi to look at him like this, to see that connection, to see the way his legs open just that bit wider and baring Oikawa before him because he's riding his cock - it feels like he's wanted this for years, even if he's only really thought about it over the last few weeks. Since those first teasing touches in the shed, where he finally was able to express his wants that weren't just lust-driven.

Watching him through his eyelashes, mouthing despite knowing Iwaizumi can't see, Oikawa's voice is almost a squeak when sound does come out - soft and high and lilting with every movement they make together.]

Love - you..! Haaa..Haajime! [There's really no way he's going to be able to keep doing this for much longer, it's too good and he wants to ram down on him to feel him so much. Oikawa knows too well they're both too excitable just by seeing each other, hearing each other, and yet...]

Look at me.

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How-- [How is he supposed to look at him when he's calling out like that? Probably looking as filthy and delicious as ever. He drags his arm back, biting down on his lip as his eyes peek open. He has to blink once to clear his vision but the sight he's greeted with makes his stomach twist tightly, feel hot as hell and it's like he just hit nirvana really.

He doesn't even need Oikawa to slam down as he jerks slightly, trying to muffle the yell that threatens to slip out as he comes inside him. His head tips back against the floor, soft little gasps falling short from his lungs.

He can't even speak, shaking all over even after he's done. His hand, his left, tries to yank Oikawa down against himself to ride it out but even that's difficult when his mind is blown.]

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[It's too good, even when he feels that wet mess spread inside him and Oikawa keeps riding him for a bit longer, wanting to work him right through that orgasm so he could make it last as long as possible - and because he was so close himself, it was still so good. His thighs shake with the effort, even as he increases the pace and frantically bounces himself until he can't take it and tips his weight forward to lean and press his face against Iwaizumi's chest, gasping heavily even as his hips come up and off with a wet lewd sound - fuck, he wants to keep riding him, but he doesn't want to hurt him and make him oversensitive!

He was so close though, he still wasn't able to come just yet.]

Fuck, Iwa-chan..! [Oikawa can't help the needy whine to his voice, lips sucking at bare skin as he tried to make his mind work well enough to figure out what he could do to get off. He needs to touch himself, but somehow a hand on his dick doesn't seem like it's going to be enough - not after he's had that cock in his ass and the reminder is still dripping out of him in slow bursts as his body reflexively pushes that slick cum out.]

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[It's slicker once he's released inside him, Oikawa sliding up and down faster and with a little less friction. If he had both hands he'd grip his hips and slam him down over and over, but he can't get the momentum like this. Instead he pulls his knees up, trying to give Oikawa something to lean back on as he tries to push up into him. He collapses just as easily when Oikawa drops forward though, curling his arms around him to rub his back.

There's only one thing he can think of doing to make it up to him. If he hadn't looked, Oikawa could still be going. Probably.]

Roll... Roll over.

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[Oikawa wanted him to look even though he knew that would have been the killer blow for Iwaizumi. He wanted his eyes on him, wanted his attention, his hands, his touch, everything. Shivering hard where he laid against him, mouthing needily at his skin and groaning with how good it feels just to have Iwaizumi's arms around him, he shifts and with a final kiss over sweaty skin, over Iwaizumi's heart, Oikawa shifts to roll and flop on his side, panting heavily.]

How far? [On his back, or all the way over onto his stomach?]

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Your back. Onto your back. [He pushes himself up as much as he can, kisses over his heart in return and just rests there for 5 seconds as he prepares himself for this. It's probably the only way to make it work without breaking his own dick, honestly, which is why he nudges Oikawa's legs apart, lowering his left hand to press in the same three fingers that had been inside him before.

He curls his fingers a little, thrusts them in and out then gasps softly:] Hold yourself steady, I can't--

[I can't hold you with both hands anymore, so just. This one part, okay? Just this.]

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[Easily opening his legs up once he has rolled onto his back, Oikawa trembles with how those three fingers fit into him again so much easier than before and he groans so low. God it's still so good, even if his ass doesn't close nearly as tight on his fingers this time just because something thicker had been fitting inside just moments ago. Hanging his thighs wide open and reaching down with both hands to touch himself, giving his cock a few solid strokes, Oikawa curled his finger and thumb around to hold it up while giving Iwaizumi this dreamy, half focused smile.]

Got it. [Nothing more is said about it, no teases come, no words of how much he loves him, because he already knows.]

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[He gives him a crooked smile in return, waiting for him to settle as his fingers slide in and out. He takes another deep breath, eyes lidding as he leans down to lick a path from where Oikawa's finger and thumb is up to the tip. He doesn't waste time after that though, looking up at the other as he sinks his mouth down in a fluid motion.

Once he's inside it's not as necessary for Oikawa to grip himself, at least, finding that it's somewhat easier to shut his eyes, suck and bob his head as he slams his fingers into the other. He works on sensitive spots, curves his fingers to try and find the place that'll help Oikawa reach orgasm faster.

His head feels like it's spinning, but he really isn't going to leave him high and dry after everything they've done today. He drapes his right arm over Oikawa's stomach, hopes that he won't jerk up and bump it, but even if he does the heel of his palm can easily press him down again.]

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[That crooked smile is worth more than anything Oikawa has ever wanted - just seeing it made him smile so much sweeter. Relaxing against their sleep mat and tilting his head to rest it back against the floor, looking down his body to watch Iwaizumi as he teased him with the laps before finally going down, he groaned low at just the feeling matching up with what he was seeing. Too good, he was so good to him, spoiling him rotten and keeping him fully satisfied every time. While his hips squirmed a bit in place, Oikawa managed to avoid outright jerking up as much as he wanted to with his fingers slamming into him.

Feeling his thighs shake when his fingers dig right into his prostate, proving just where it was for Iwaizumi to exploit to hell, Oikawa lifted his free hand to bite on his own knuckles, hardly trying to mask the heavy whine in his breathing. He could die like this, he was sure he was already in heaven and there was no need to go anywhere ever. Bouncing his hips slightly up against Iwaizumi's arm, bowing his back when he arches his body but not his hips, Oikawa can feel it getting harder and harder to keep himself still the longer Iwaizumi swallows him while fingerfucking him as eagerly as possible.]

Fuck, oh god H-Hajime!! [It's not going to take much more for him, it really won't. He only got a momentary break when rolling over, after all.]

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[As soon as he feels the change in his thighs, in the way he shakes he just rubs his fingers there, parting them as much as he can so Oikawa feels fuller. He sinks his mouth as low as he can too, sucking hard until the back of his throat aches from the pressure.

His right arm presses down to try and keep him steady, eyes shutting as he concentrates on giving him those feelings. on making him turn into a puddle at his hand and mouth, just as being inside him had done for him.

His heart feels tight and lungs burn when he pushes lower the next time he sinks down, eyes opening a slither to peek up at Oikawa's face. He's mostly glad, at this point, he can't go a third time or he might have died on the spot already.]

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[If he could joke about being played like a fiddle, Oikawa would think he was a well tuned instrument with talented fingers plucking every string inside him. That press into that oversensitive bundle of nerves and the mouth working his cock, it's all finally becoming too much the more Oikawa can't keep himself from arching. Drifting the hand from his mouth down, combing through dark locks, he moans his name appreciatively even as his gaze is almost going cross-eyed, vision unfocused - what really catches his attention and finally sets him off is how he meets Iwaizumi's gaze again when he peeked up.

Trembling with how the eye contact, the mouth around his cock and the fingers pounding him finally do the trick, Oikawa breathlessly tries to warn Iwaizumi before it's far too late and he is already coming into his mouth hard. Scrunching his brows together and up an letting that moan turn into a keening sound, Oikawa pants heavily even as he still rocks lightly up into his mouth.]

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[His arm pulls away to push himself back but it's still too late. Some still gets in his mouth, some hits his cheek, splattering against skin as he coughs and tries to remember to breathe. His fingers keep rubbing there lightly, finally pulling back after a good thirty or so seconds to press to the ground. He's exhausted at this point, filthy because that's just how Oikawa is really.

The fact that he was talked into this still seems surreal.

He licks his lips slowly, drags the back of his arm against his mouth and cringes.]

I think one of these days-- [He sounds a bit breathless too, raspy.] --I'm going to end up choking for real.

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[Laying there almost limply while catching his breath and with such bliss in his face, Oikawa can barely do more than just smile at Iwaizumi. Warm and senseless and he finds him far too attractive with that rasp in his voice and cum clinging to his cheek and chin. Lazily lifting an arm to reach down and wipe his face a bit, Oikawa purred warmly without lifting his head.]

Not if I don't first, I really like sucking your dick till you can't take it, Iwa-chan.

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[He makes a noise in the back of his throat, cleaning up the rest after Oikawa helps a little so he can lay down next to him, tucked against his side to keep on the mat.]

I noticed. [Not like it takes much with him anyway.]

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[Sluggishly rolling to snuggle up against Iwaizumi's chest and curl his arms around, Oikawa keeps up the soft affectionate kisses to his cheek and chin and mouth for a little longer - nothing heated, just simple loving appreciation.]

I liked it, by the way. Feeling you. [I want to do it again in the future.]

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[It's comfortable like this, with them wrapped up like this, but he's also aware it can't stay this way.]

Me too. [He sighs.] Next time let me wait a bit though.

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Okay, okay. We'll do it right next time. First, so you've got the energy to fuck me senseless, not second as a thought. [Teasing with his words being soft and playful, Oikawa continues those kisses until he shuts his eyes and simply lays there relaxing with him. His lower back has a pained sting to it now, but it was so worth it, everything about that had been worth any aches he has now.]

... I love you.

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...Yeah. [He ignores the teasing part of it because really it's true. Most of the time Oikawa pushes him more than he can probably take with this.]

I love you too but. We can't stay like this either.

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I know. Just give me a few minutes.

[Stretching his legs out and hiding the wince but unable to hide the hitch in his breath, Oikawa kisses him again gently.]