carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[When Oikawa finally gives him a chance to breathe he has to lean against the wall for support, panting for air while his mouth feels abused and swollen, flushed and red from the constant kissing. His eyes flutter between open and shut, fingers trying to smooth down Oikawa's shirt.]

Y-yeah. [As if he'd refuse him a request like that.] I don't think you really need to ask anymore, y'know.

[Just looking like that, Oikawa feels breathless looking him over. Lifting his clean hand to stroke his bangs out of his face and smile warmly, bumping their noses together to ghost another breath over his lips, Oikawa shuts his eyes and feels those earlier insecurities sink down again. They wouldn't be bothering him for a while, not with being told he doesn't need to ask. His kisses pepper down his neck now, fondling his cock and balls and bumping his own against him - and then Oikawa starts sinking to his knees, kissing down his chest.]

I want to make sure you don't want to tell me no. [Roaming both hands up Iwaizumi's thighs when he finally settles, uncaring about his own cock hanging out of his underwear, he's far more attentive and eager to press loving hickeys into his skin on his thighs.]

Why would I? [He's genuinely confused by it, if only because it can be easy to forget that Oikawa's insecurities don't only lie in volleyball sometimes. It's weird to think that they'd be over him though, because Oikawa is popular, girls love and adore him, he even has fans from other schools. He's attractive, charismatic even when he's a pain.

It doesn't make any sense.

He sinks into the feeling of hands on his thighs though, feeling them shake slightly before others even get there as he tries to think of where to put his hands, if he should be telling him to come back up so they can go back to kissing or something else.]

[He wants no one but Iwaizumi, is why the insecurities flare up from time to time. That it's too good to be true, that he wants him back in the same way. That they would always be in sync 100%. Smiling warmly up at him with his lips pressing wet kisses over his cock, Oikawa didn't even care if his knees were settling into something wet - it's probably just water anyway.]

Because I never want to hurt you by being needy.

[He licks his lips as he tilts his head down, looking down at Oikawa.] Is it easier now? Getting on your knees like that?

[He always looks good there, which is why he drops his left hand, sliding his fingers into Oikawa's hair and tugging him up, closer to his body.]

Besides, I'm more likely to be tired than hurt.

It is easier, nothing hurts.

[Sliding his hands up his thighs again to knead his thumbs just below his hips, Oikawa lets him tug him in closer, mouthing just below his naval now as he rubs his nose against his skin.]

It could hurt if you're too tired and I won't give in. That's what I mean, Iwa-chan, you'll let me have my way almost every time.

Good.

[He shifts his weight against the wall, threading his fingers gently now. His teeth drag over his lower lip, eyes fluttering as he feels the touch of skin to his own. His voice quietens after though, becoming softer.]

That's not always a bad thing.

It should be.

[Whispering that against his skin and mouthing down then to kiss along his cock, Oikawa opened his mouth around the tip and sank his lips around him, swallowing easily while stroking his thumbs along his hip bones - but he is hardly going to hold his hips down for this. No, he wants to feel him thrust against him.]

Tooru. [It's a word of warning to not go down that train of thought. Thankfully Oikawa is shut up with his mouth around him, and while the other might let him thrust into his mouth if he wants to, he doesn't just yet.

He pauses, awkward because while he's blunt with things, with stuff like this is can be embarrassing.]

Maybe, but I already told you. I always do. [His hand grips his hair gently, trying to make him pause before he gets too distracted.] I'll do anything for you.

[Flicking his eyes up at that soft call of his name, he smiles around him and has to pull his mouth up a bit, just so he can affectionately lave his tongue over the tip again and hum low in his throat.]

I love you. [The words come a little muffled, wet from how his mouth is half occupied and he dearly wants to hear it back; he's said it a handful of times now without giving Iwaizumi the chance to say it back since he has been trying to make up for his insecurities.]

[He lets him pull away, fingers of his left hand sliding to curl over his cheek instead, thumb stroking over skin. His other hand rests on top of his head, wishing he could feel the strands of hair between his fingers.]

Yeah. [It's soft. Low. A mumble, really, as his skin colours a little. He's not as outspoken with this.]

I love you too.

[Smiling just that more all the way up to his eyes, Oikawa lifts one hand from his hip to stroke down his left wrist and smooth that hand against his cheek, nuzzling into his touch, before he guides it up into his hair again with a soft wink and starts to sink his mouth around him again. He loves him back, and just hearing those simple words make his heart warm.

Shutting his eyes then and tipping his head, opening his mouth a bit more to swallow around him and groan softly, Oikawa tugged lightly on his hips to get him to start.]

Geez, don't look so happy about it. [His hand tingles against Oikawa's face, against where his hand strokes as he feels his hand being pushed back up. His feet push down in his shoes, eyes lidding as Oikawa sinks down again.

The groan makes his hips twitch. His head tilts to the side, chewing on his lip to contain himself a bit because he doesn't want to hurt Oikawa either. He moves slowly, giving Oikawa the chance to get used to him sliding into his mouth and pulling back. Even now, when they're in the open in the bathroom, it's hard to keep himself together when Oikawa does this.]

[Don't say that, he'll always be happy to hear Iwaizumi say he loves him. Chuckling around him, humming low again as he swallowed and cleared his throat the best he could all in one go, Oikawa keeps himself still when Iwaizumi starts to move. Swallowing and exhaling with every press in, breathing in deep through his nose when he draws back, he already has the rhythm down and good after the first few passes that he's rubbing the back of Iwaizumi's thighs then, encouraging him to go at the pace he wants - which is faster.]

[His hand spasms in Oikawa's hair when he chuckles, feeling his mouth vibrate around his cock. He groans louder, ends up tugging him closer in reaction to the feeling, wanting more and losing himself briefly. He struggles to breathe out briefly, air lodged in his throat.

He freezes in place after, ignoring the encouragement at the moment to focus on not letting himself get too wrapped up in this, to not come too quickly like he knows he will if Oikawa keeps that up.]

You're so good at this.

[He groans sweeter at that reactionary pull in his hair, fingers gripping just under the curve of his ass, but he doesn't bounce his mouth around him until Iwaizumi tries to pause and hold like that. He'd answer if he could, he didn't want to pull back just to tell him he's glad it feels so good for him, because Iwaizumi is the only boy he's ever been with. He's good because he's had time to work out how to do it with him, this isn't the first time he's been throat fucked by him after all.

So he just opens his eyes to gaze up at him, lips rubbing in place before puckering around him playfully.]

[Ah, there it is. Oikawa is a menace, that's something he's certain of. Feeling him trying to rile him up, mouth puckering, smiling and groaning and just being him... his stomach twists, eyes shut tight and his eyes stutter forward.]

You're going to make me a mess again, huh?

[It's murmured though, as his right arm raises to cover his eyes. If Oikawa looks up he'll notice that his teeth are biting into his lip, that he can't look him in the eye anymore as he rocks into the other's mouth slowly but pretty deeply, pulling most of the way back onto to press inside again.]

["It's my favorite thing to do" is the expression in his face, that Iwaizumi will catch before he covers his eyes with his right arm. Stroking his hips with both hands, one curling around to lazily help in guiding him, Oikawa let his other hand drift back to press against the wall and curl his nails against the tiles, eyes shutting after that view of how he was biting his lip - he really gets off too quickly if he watches him. Iwaizumi really is a voyeur.

Opening his mouth as much as he can and groaning when he thrusts in deep, Oikawa smiles around all of these actions because he's happy that Iwaizumi will let him get away with far, far too much. It takes less patience to simply stand on his knees and suck him off, because feeling his cock swell and twitch deep in his mouth feels almost as good as feeling his heartbeat in his ass.]

[Given the last expression on Oikawa's face, the expression that's now stuck in his memory he can't stop the soft groan that falls from his throat as he shifts his hips again. He tries to knead Oikawa's scalp, encouraging him with his left hand. His right doesn't move until Oikawa's groaning too and he drops the back of his arm to his lips.

His teeth bite down, eyes squeezing shut as the heat soars right through him. His head tips back too, exposing his throat as it bobs with every dry swallow he makes, clearly holding back even now. He can feel sweat against his temple, feel the heat even building up in his spine as he stops himself from snapping his hips forward.]

[Swallowing harder when his eyes flick up to see him, just the sight of Iwaizumi brought breathless and needy is really good. This is what feels special, this moment right here where he is trying to contain himself and Oikawa finds himself bobbing his head - eager to make him unable to take it and to just fuck him already. It's such a high with how little air he gets for each breath, that the more needy he is the more Iwaizumi tries to hold off longer and they both know it won't work.

Give him something wet to really swallow, Iwa-chan~]

[There's a desperate mutter of Fuck when Oikawa moves for him, tries to encourage him alone. His back is arched away from the wall and this time when his head tips back there's a loud bang as it connects to the wall.

His left hand tightens on Oikawa's hair, pulling him too now as his hips try and jerk to meet him half way. He can't thrust in time anymore though, too lost in sensations. It's why his right hand aches to do the same until he's tugging Oikawa's head down, choking him with his dick instead of this partial attempt.

He can't do it though, not in these conditions. Imagining it, however, makes his hips rock forward harder two more times, the second time with a garbled groan, trying to warn him that he was going to get off to this earlier than intended.]

[Oikawa would be concerned about that banging sound if he didn't know Iwaizumi has a hard head - he's fine. He's just getting lost in how good this feels. Mutely laughing around him, swallowing harder and bobbing his head eagerly, gagging each time he bounces his mouth down too hard and Iwai's cock digs into the back of his throat and he doesn't care, because he wants it so much. When he let out that garbled sound and Oikawa knew that would be it, he slammed Iwaizumi's hips back and sank around him, swallowing whatever mess comes even as his free hand dips down to himself to jerk off hard for all Iwaizumi's effort to not choke him.

It's good, it's so good, he feels so good..]

[This time he does swear. Oikawa's hands feel heavy against him and given that he's still holding onto his hair he uses that as a means to keep himself upright. His body curves forward, panting hard as he spasms, coming into his mouth while trying to stop his legs from giving out.

When it finally stops and his body calms he breathes out again, still breathing pretty hard all things considered. He blinks a number of times but his eyes can't refocus, not yet anyway.]

[Swallowing as much as he can and coughing, gagging around him but refusing to let go until Iwaizumi's body was calmer, Oikawa slowly let himself up with gasping breaths. Drool and cum was a mix that hung off his chin, eyes glazed and all he can do for a moment is just breathe. When Iwaizumi came, Oikawa did, and there was a new mess squirted against the wall and on the floor from being unable to contain himself entirely. At least neither of their clothes got dirty, though the front of Oikawa's shirt might have a few dripped stains of spit.]

[He isn't as convinced about their clothes, or won't be when he finally looks down properly, able to see a it better now, and notices the state Oikawa is in now. His breath shakes, catches in his throat and he has to look away.]

There should be tissues in here somewhere. [Some stalls may have some anyway, though he's not sure if either of them will make it to the stall at this point.]

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