carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

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.]

How much time do you need? [He pets over his skin, rubbing circles and swirls and memorising every dip and curve. He reaches up to check his wrists, checks that the shirt hasn't dug in too far, hasn't caused any problems.]

You look really good like this.

[He leans to kiss him on the mouth then, kisses him tenderly, slowly to make him melt on the spot. It's a kiss with love behind it, with appreciation and nothing but warmth.]

I'm good. I want to touch you, I want to pull you in closer.

[He might still be a barely together mess but he was asking for it, he wanted him still even as he finally started to catch his second wind. Shifting his arms, wiggling his fingers with his request, Oikawa exhaled warmly as he returned that kiss just as languidly and he was surely a puddle where he laid. He could feel that love and it warmed him all over, all the way down to his toes and up into his fingertips and he was left smiling dreamily for all of Iwaizumi's efforts.]

Iwa-chan, I love you. [Oikawa didn't even care that he could taste himself on his best friends mouth, he could taste him too and feel every bit of affection pouring through every touch he gives him.]

I know. [It's said softly, and really he's not the sadist here but:] But not yet. I'll only get distracted if you start doing as you please yet.

[He leans to kiss at his neck next, teeth sinking into skin as he bites and sucks a patch of skin until it reddens. He moves up to his ear, chews on that and tugs the cartilage.]

I can't say it as easily as you do, but I feel the same. So let me show you first, got it?

[Groaning at the kisses to his neck, at the teeth working paths into his skin, Oikawa whines gently when Iwaizumi says 'not yet'. Shifting his arms and twisting his hands, but doing no more to break free, he just shivers and lifts a leg to curl it against his hip like he can just hold him close like this.]

Iwa-chaaaan, don't make me wait much longer.

Who's the one waiting? [Oikawa, at least he got you off already okay? He's dying a little inside here, but is determined enough to see this through. His hand reaches to stroke Oikawa again now that he's getting impatient, eyes lidding as he squeezes gingerly, lightly grasping him so he doesn't get injured from being over sensitive now.

After a minute or so he finally stops, lets him go to wiggle his own pants off for good. He's not going to last long once he starts, but there's a certain way he wants to do this anyway.

Sitting on his knees he pulls Oikawa onto his lap, lining himself up and shuffling closer to try and keep them together. His right hand managed to hook under Oikawa's leg, holding him in place.]

Don't complain when I'm giving you what you want.

[Chuckling at the words and purring under his breath when Iwaizumi reaches to touch him again, jerking him until he was half hard once more and he quiets the whine when he pulls away. He really is trying to leave the pace to Iwaizumi, he really is, everything is just too good. Letting out a sweet sigh when he feels himself getting pulled into his lap now, shifting his legs just a bit more open as if space is what Iwaizumi needs to line up right, Oikawa turns his head to lightly press his nose into his arm, batting his eyes and licking his lips and he can feel fire under his skin again.

Iwaizumi really knows how to pace this properly, usually they're both too worn out because Oikawa has been too reckless.]

I want to feel your pulse with mine, Hajime.

[He swallow, brow creasing as he bumps against him, ready to start pressing inside. He peeks up at him, quiet for a minute as he feels his skin heat up. They're not just fucking around here, after all.]

Y-yeah. [He pushes in slowly, panting at how tight he still is, but knowing how close he is as well. His left hand moves to grip Oikawa's hip as soon as he can without slipping back out and his eyes pinch shut.]

Fuck...

[Curling his toes and bowing his back in trying to help when Iwaizumi pulls him closer while pressing in, Oikawa sucks in his lower lip with the pressure and just gasps - but he stays still, he doesn't buck or arch any further. That would ruin it, that would be a tease and Iwaizumi can't take any teasing or he'll finish far before he wants to, far before either of them want to. Shutting his eyes to mere cracks and focusing his gaze down as if he could see their connection, he grins a bit and tenses his leg in Iwaizumi's right hand.]

You got bigger, didn't you? You feel bigger than I remember, or maybe it's cause you still need to come? [At least he can tease verbally and get away with it, right?]

[He glances down to look at the same spot, and really he hasn't been paying attention to himself in the same kind of way. Oikawa pointing it out though-- he feels his face heat up all the more, wondering how red he must be at this point.]

I'm close. [He sounds strained, mouth and throat tight as he finally settles inside him. His hands are shaking against Oikawa's legs and he tightens his grip as much as he can.] But I can last a little longer, as long as you don't do anything reckless.

[He looks up at Oikawa's hands, grins a bit.] There's a reason you're stuck like this for the time being, y'know.

[His smile turns into a cheeky grin with how he sees that blush spread on Iwaizumi's face. Amazing, he can still blush with his dick this hard? Wiggling his fingers when he spies his gaze sliding up to them, laughing softly, Oikawa just shifts to lift his free leg to bend at the knee with it pulled up to his chest the best he can without holding it himself - while still keeping it rotated open so it wasn't in Iwaizumi's way.]

It's because my hands are irresistible for you. Is that it? I want to touch you all over.

[Well, the skin overall definitely flushes more with arousal, so it's not unheard of, though his eyes do linger on Oikawa's hands.]

Yeah. [He agrees pretty easily though, gaze dipping back to Oikawa's face.] Your hands are special, after all. You don't control them at all when it comes to this though, I'll never make it if I let you go just yet.

[Ah. The easy admission ends up making Oikawa blush too, that grin turning into a broad smile instead because it makes his heart warm at hearing those words. Curling his fingers over his own wrists then in almost a shy gesture, shifting his hips and wiggling toes with how he has his leg up, Oikawa hides his nose against his arm again.]

Iwa-chan, fuck me already. [God I love you.]

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