carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

So good, so so good, Hajime~

[That first syllable of his name comes out with a heavy breath, and Oikawa could only squirm in place for more. More of anything Iwaizumi would give him, whether it was the full course or table scraps, Oikawa wanted it. Linking his fingers together and bending his arms to bow his back so he could press his hips down hard, almost trapping Iwaizumi's hand in place with his fingers in that perfect curve, Oikawa moaned low with how that simple presence inside him has his cock standing straighter than before.]

[His teeth grind as his hand is stuck in place for a moment, trembling at the way Oikawa twitches around him and how he moans his name. His own pants feel too tight, enough that he risks using his right hand to pull them down a bit. He exhales sharply as cloth brushes against him, relieves when he's finished freeing himself. It's a struggle, but with Oikawa pinning his hand in place it doesn't matter anymore.]

You're such a slut like this. [He laughs it out breathlessly, eyes captivated by the curve of his spine, how erect his dick is.]

I'm only... a slut.. for you, Ha-ji-me.

[Breathing the words out between needy little groans, he finally managed to open his eyes again just to watch the way Iwaizumi watches him - he really doesn't have any idea what the power of his attention does for Oikawa. Licking his lips and cracking a wide smile, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth, he relaxes his back just to roll his hips before lifting one leg as high as he could without the use of his hands, bringing the knee up to his chest in as much of a show as possible.]

Fuck me already, shit. I'm going to cum before you at this rate.

Yeah. [It's breathed out with utmost confidence, no doubt whatsoever. There's no possessiveness there, simply because he knows he doesn't need to be. Oikawa won't show himself like this for anyone but him. He knows that.

But he really needs to do something about that mouth of his one day.]

No. [His lips twitch, clearly fighting off a smile.] You need to last, but, I don't think I should make this too easy for you either. Do you?

[No, Oikawa's tied up for a reason. In fact, he shifts his fingers so he's rubbing inside him still, but he's touching everywhere but his prostate now.]

[Sucking in a breath and exhaling a whine again at the way Iwaizumi works his fingers into him everywhere but where he needs them pressing the most and downright squirms - but he finds himself grinning wide with that challenge issued. To be fair, Oikawa can go a bit longer than Iwaizumi can just from having too much stamina, so that Iwaizumi wants to tire him out a little first, he won't argue. He better deliver that dick soon enough though.

Batting his eyes and pulling his tongue in just long enough to swallow, then stick the tip out betwen his teeth once more, Oikawa let his leg down only to open his thighs so wide it makes his hips jut upward and his cock bounce with every teasing thrust Iwaizumi gives him.]

No.

[Eventually, after Oikawa opens his legs so much the angle and view changes, he presses his right hand there to keep him steady.]

Are you even going to last once I put it in? [It's a soft murmur, but really is he going to last? Nevermind Oikawa. Still, he freezes his hand then looks back up at his face.]

Will you beg for it? [He'll regret it, he knows he will. He hasn't finished preparing him yet after all, and if he gets too frustrated he'll want to rush it, but he's not willing to hurt Oikawa in the slightest.]

[He would answer that first question if they both didn't know better, if Oikawa hadn't known that Iwaizumi came from that first time they fooled around. He came in his pants by just watching him cum, it had been more than enough. No, the better question to answer was the second one, even when he winks at him and purrs his words, shifting his wrists and lightly tugging where his hands were tied as if testing the boundary of just where he can put them.]

I will absolutely beg for it, but you can't give it to me until you feel I'm ready, mm?

[It's true, really. Even if Iwaizumi is doing pretty well today, he won't last long once he's inside the other. His eyes flicker to Oikawa's wrists, looking for red marks but thankfully the shirt isn't that much of a painful bind.

He breathes out slowly.]

I won't give it to you even if you're ready. [His voice dips as he speaks, and he leans to give Oikawa a kiss on the mouth.]

Are you going to go through all this effort to open me up and end up finishing before you can fuck me, Iwa-chan?

[Chuckling, lifting his head to meet him for that kiss and nip at his lips, tugging to keep him close, Oikawa sucks the little red marks his teeth leave behind with a warmer groan, wiggling his hips and bumping them against his hand briefly.]

Who said anything about finishing early? [He slams his fingers in for that, curving them so they bump Oikawa's prostate harshly.]

[Letting out a sweet, lilting sound that resembles a kyaaa at the slam of those fingers, Oikawa arches his back and ruts his hips down eagerly into Iwaizumi's touch, legs shuddering nicely.]

G-gnhh~~! I say that, because - Iwa-chan can't help himself when he watches me!

Then I'll make sure I can, idiot! [He scissors his fingers, twisting them as he thrusts them in and out relentlessly now.] Shouldn't you be worrying about yourself, anyway?

I can... go longer... than you!

[Breathing between his words and groaning, curling his toes against the floor, Oikawa was left struggling to keep himself in control with that relentless assault working his ass over and he did more than just squirm in place. Turning his head to bury his nose against his own arm like it could hide his face, gasping for air, red colored his cheeks and ears from just how eager he felt. He certainly wasn't embarrassed or ashamed, but why it became so much harder with his hands tied up, he couldn't put his finger on.

Maybe it's because usually by now he has distracted Iwaizumi by touching him too much, for him to put him in this kind of state until the very end.]

Fuck that's so good, you're so good to me..!

Yeah? [He grins this time though, working him open until he's all ready, but he's still not giving him what he wants. This time, today, he'll give Oikawa more than one orgasm if he can help it. Maybe him a mess without touching his cock this first time at all, instead just slamming his fingers into him over and over relentlessly. There's no break at all, and even though his own cock is twitching at the sight of him, he grits his teeth and holds himself back.]

We'll see about that. [He breathes out shakily, licking his lips at the way Oikawa squirms.]

[Oikawa hardly has to jerk himself back into Iwaizumi's fingers with the pace he has set up. With his thighs shaking visibly under how difficult it is to just bounce into that relentless pace, his hands kept twisting and tugging where they were tied until he was digging his fingers into his own hands, bowing his back and shuddering. He's really going to come just from having his ass fingerfucked, he was going to finish just like this - somehow the thought that Iwaizumi would keep fucking him even through it and after was more than hot enough to make him beg and keen with his head turning so he wasn't muffled anymore.]

T-touch me, Iwa-chan, touch meee! [He knows damn well he isn't going to. That makes it even better to plead for.]

[He can't keep watching his face, that's for sure. Not when every word spilling out of Oikawa's mouth is raw and hot and desperate. He licks his lips, scissors his fingers and avoids his prostate for a minute.]

Where? Where should I touch you, Tooru? [There's some sort of power in this, and while he's really not the type to get a trip out of it, it's nice being able to think straight while his partner is reduced into a begging mess. It's hot.]

[Still breathing the words touch me, his eyebrows knitted together when Iwaizumi started avoiding his prostate then and he was given a little relief - it doesn't change how badly his cock ached or the precum beading at the tip. He felt like he was going to blow any minute, he was going to make too much of a mess for how tight the coil in his gut was. Is it possible to be too turned on? Brown eyes follow that tongue when it moves across his lips and he just watches him with an impossibly bright gaze, panting with his tongue peeking out of his mouth and his lips curved in such a smile.]

Touch my dick, I want to feel your hands on me. Touch my body, touch my chest, just touch me.

[His other hand can't give Oikawa the kind of touch he wants on his dick anyway, not if he's not going to fuck him until this is over. He can, however, slide the back of his hand against him, rubbing the bandages against him in slow motions.]

How much do you want it? [He freezes his fingers in place, buried inside him, and instead starts slow little rubs up against his prostate instead.]

[Oikawa is well aware of how much Iwaizumi can't actually do anything with his other hand, and yet he begged for that touch anyway - even just the slow press of those bandages helped though. Those little rubs into him are going to kill him, good god, it's too good just with that pressure even and his thighs utterly shake with keeping himself together. Oikawa still smiles, he still watches him through his eyelashes as he breathes his words out.]

So much, give it to me, Hajime.

No. Not yet. [His own eyes feel hazed at the moment, as he looks down at Oikawa in this kind of state. He's really pushed him this time, really made it hard for him.]

I want you to come, just from this.

[He keeps his fingers still curved up then starts slamming his fingers into him again, twisting them with every thrust, aiming for his prostate every time.]

[He really wants to see him finish, Iwaizumi wants to see him make a mess of himself. There's no way he can contain himself anymore, not with that thought in mind, not with the twisting slams digging into his body and Oikawa feels his eyes rolling back. He can't see anything but sparks of light, and with his body tensing tightly around those fingers the more Iwaizumi pressed them in, Oikawa gasped and let out this loud moan of his name when he finally came.

His hips jerked and his dick twitched where he laid helplessly overcome with want - he couldn't even touch himself with his arms tied up like this, so when he came, it squirted up in a wet streak up his belly all the way to his chest before Oikawa collapsed and laid there panting heavily. He might be out of breath right now, but he knew he could damn well go again, he wanted to go again, he just needed to breathe.

Shit, he feels downright drunk on this high.] H-ha..jime..

[He exhales deeply as Oikawa's expression changes and he can tell he's about to orgasm. The image is burned into his mind for later, for times when they can't get alone time but he wants to touch and remember him. It's only when his body calms that he slows his fingers, finally sliding them out of him to wipe on one of the blankets. They'll wash it after, but there's something else he needs to do first.

He leans down, tongue poking out as he licks the mess that Oikawa made of himself, cleaning him up with slow gentle laps with his tongue. He even holds his dick tenderly, thumb grazing along the base as his mouth sinks over the head and sucks gently. He must be sensitive from this, there's no way he isn't, but he doesn't let up either.

No, this time he's making Oikawa realise how he feels when his hands are all over him until he can't last.]

[Those affectionate, soft touches still make him moan gently - he felt too boneless to move at all though. Trembling mildly with the way Iwaizumi's mouth works down until he was sucking him clean, Oikawa moaned again weakly while tugging at his hands, he wants to touch his hair and pull him up so he can kiss him again.]

Hajmmh.. [He'll stop feeling like a slug soon, let him catch up, shit.]

[He obviously has no plans to give him a long break though, not with the way his tongue flicks over the head, sinking his mouth down a little to cover him with heat. His hands rub small circles on his hips, even his bandaged right hand makes an effort at giving him some contact.]

We should do it this way more often. [There's a soft pop as he pulls back, saliva linking them for a moment, then he's wiping his mouth clean woth the back of his right hand.]

[He's going to die, he feels like he is going to have a heart attack from all this and just keel over and he'd die a happy man. Moaning again and sucking back some drool that formed in the back of his throat, swallowing it heavily and gasping, panting still, Oikawa cracked his eyes open finally to stare down at Iwaizumi with a glazed expression, shivering now that Iwaizumi's spit was cooling on him.]

Yes. We should absolutely. [As if he'd ever argue when Iwaizumi wanted to pin him down.]

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