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[It's the middle of the night, and while it doesn't always happen tonight he's finding that he really needs to get up and start moving to the bathroom. Oikawa is right by him, and given the circumstances of this place it's better to move quickly so they don't get caught up in another spooky adventure with the ghost dog or something else.

The bathroom, in the end, comes as a relief. Rather than going to a stall, he steps close to the urinals instead, shifting his shirt to make things easier for Oikawa to open his trousers to help out. His left hand is moving to hold things in place.]

How does it feel to be able to walk around without pains now?

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[It's more graceful than it should be when Oikawa sprawls himself across Iwaizumi's lap, takes his hand and kisses his palm as he does. He lets him guide his hand as he pleases, keeping it limp in his hold.

He exhales sharply, as though he'd forgotten what he was doing before when Oikawa speaks again.]

I did, but I think I just forgot them.

[He got distracted...]

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We'll go with the easiest ones first then.

[Gently shifting it over to the right, over the heartbeat that goes strongly under his touch, Oikawa continues kissing the hand caught in his own while murmuring.]

Pectorals, right?

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[His eyes flicker down from his hand and up to Oikawa's face. He swallows, once, giving a nod after.]

Yeah, pectorals. Then... [He pushes his fingers across, two fingertips circling Oikawa's nipple through his shirt.] Areola.

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[Just the contact makes his nipples perk a little under his shirt, enough to make him exhale a soft breath against his fingers; Oikawa's eyes don't leave Iwaizumi's for even a moment, batting almost playfully.] Keep going.

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[His eyes narrow a little, watching the stupid look on his face for a moment before he pinches the nub tightly. It's harder to do with fabric there, but it should be enough to send a jolt through him. He shifts his attention up, thumb grazing his collar bones next.]

Clavicles.

[He flattens his palm smack in the middle, rolling it up and down a few times.] and the oesophagus.

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[That pinch makes him arch up slightly, but his eyes grew wider with a brighter spark to them for all Iwaizumi's teasing efforts. Oikawa stays put though, stays still even as his hand wanders and he thinks about throwing his shirt off. He wants that skin contact, wants to feel that hand on him.]

Good good. Sounds right. What's lower?

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[His eyes flicker up to his face, and there's actually a little heat in his own expression this time, enjoying the way Oikawa's strings are plucked as he tests what he's learnt here.

But he doesn't give him what he wants yet, instead sliding his hand over to his side, palm stretching out over his ribs.]

Costal. [It's quieter now too, caught up in the way Oikawa holds himself back. His hand shifts in again, resting over his bellybutton, keeping him warm.] Umbilicus.

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[He's patient, listening and waiting, waiting for the touch he's too fond of to go where he wants it to. Watching with still bright eyes, he licks his lips briefly before pressing a rewarding kiss to his knuckles - soft and light.]

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[He skims right past it though, mouth twitching as he shifts it to Oikawa's knee, the one that had the injury before to massage the joint.]

Patella.

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[You dick. Oikawa cracks a grin anyway, bending his knee to make it easier to reach with a light hum.]

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[It's easier to reach his calf now, hand sliding down over the muscles, grip tightening until he reaches his ankle where he pauses to knead at that joint now, eyes still stuck on Oikawa's face as he touches him everywhere but where he wants it.]

Malleoli. [He reaches down then, untying then peeling off his shoe, reaching back for the other right after. He flings them aside, twisting his spine to reach a little better as he pulls at Oikawa's leg, pulling it up slowly and bending it back towards him. His hand curves up, using the heel of his foot to push.] Calcaneus.

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[Laughing softly and letting Iwaizumi pick at his shoes, being of no help in removing them, he lets him grip at what he wants and pull his leg up like that, he's still grinning broadly and laying still so he can use his body to test himself.]

You're going to run out of joints eventually, Iwa-chan.

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[He runs his hand up and down the back of his calf, then down the back of his thigh. He pushes down, tests how well he's been practising stretching his his hips at the same time. Hopefully just how he told him to after Oikawa asked before.

He doesn't pause even to answer, instead letting that faint twitching of his lips finally pull into a grin.]

And how needy will you be by then?

[Don't think he hasn't noticed.]

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[He has been stretching well, it's true - when his knee was broke, the only thing left to do until it was healed was do stretches to keep his mind occupied. Purring at that grin Iwaizumi gives him, lifting a hand finally to reach up and pull his knee all the way to his chest to show just how flexible he has been getting, Oikawa slowly drags his other hand downward on his other leg, purposely dragging his fingertips along his thigh.]

Continue. [Very needy, like he doesn't already have a half hard on just from feeling his hands all over his skin.]

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[He watches him quietly, following the way his hand slides up, pulls at his thigh. Iwaizumi moves to his knees, pulling out from under the other, to press down hands down against him while Oikawa's back hits the floor.]

Quadriceps. [He squeezes, then lowers both hands under Oikawa's butt to squeeze him there too.] and Gluteus.

[His mouth feels dry as he slides his hand between Oikawa's legs, presses down and grins.] What's the name for this one?

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[He'd have made a noise for his back hitting the floor if he weren't so already excited and grinning with the roaming of Iwaizumi's hands - and then he finally dips his hand down between his legs and all Oikawa can do is grin and stretch under his touch. Lightly arching his hips to press himself more firmly into his palm, Oikawa puts his arms over his head and purrs his words low.]

I'm not sure, do you need to look it up again? Think about it, Iwa-chan, you can do it.

[That touch alone finished the job, he was totally hard under his hand.]

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[He almost rolls his eyes at the return, instead returning the sentiment with his hand instead by squeezing tight. It's not to hurt, but definitely make being sane during this pretty difficult. He has to bite the inside of his cheek, feeling how hard he is already.]

Do you enjoy my hands on you this much? Weirdo.

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[Purposely letting out this warm coo sound at the grip, sliding his feet against the floor, Oikawa squirms lightly under his touch while looking at him through batted eyelashes.]

I. Love. Your hands on me. I love having your full attention.

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[He circles his palm slowly, other hand placed next to Oikawa's head now to keep his balance as he hovers over him.]

So you're an attention whore?

[He knows the truth, but this is just to draw out the time it takes to touch him how he wants.]

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Only for you.

[Pressing his heels against the ground to bump his hips up, rocking a bit more eagerly against his hand, Oikawa starts slipping both of his own hands up to stroke smooth fingertips along Iwaizumi's jaw and neck, tracing up his other arm with a devilish smile moving onto his face.]

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Can't say this is news, y'know.

[He licks his lips when Oikawa's hand reaches up, leaning into the touches. His eyes stay focused on that smile, but the words that slip out as his hand pulls away are commanding and don't falter in the slightest.]

Unfasten your pants, Tooru.

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[He doesn't have to ask him twice, even as that grin grows brighter. Cupping his jaw long enough to swipe his thumb across Iwaizumi's lips and make a teasing kissy face, Oikawa drops both hands easily to himself to undo his pants - he only said to undo them though, so as much as he wants to shuck everything off, he tucks his hands under his back then with a cheeky grin.]

Done~

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[His head tilts and teeth nip at the thumb sliding over his lip, though it's short lived. His hand sinks under his trousers and underwear as soon as he has the chance though, touching skin and while he doesn't completely wrap his fingers around him, he does tease him a bit.]

Your stretches improved.

[It's a small compliment, but it's leading to something else. Something more.]

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I'm very good at following directions, Iwa-chan.

[Laughing lightly, eyes lighting up bright at just that simple nip, he hums and stretches under Iwaizumi's hands again without moving too much; he just likes the feeling of those palms on him, whether they're jerking him off or just roaming over his skin.]

Did you want to help me stretch more? One of these days I might really be able to do the splits.

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Only when you want to. [The rest of the time? N o p e. Otherwise his knee wouldn't have been as fucked as it was, amongst other things. He groans at the idea of stretching him out though, of widening his legs until there's a strain then rocking into him at a pace that would drive Oikawa mad.

He swallows.]

Maybe I should.