carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[It only takes a few seconds before his eyes flicker away, clearly embarrassed about muttering such dumb love struck words -- or at least it feels like that, admitting that Oikawa gets to him that easily.]

You still don't get it? [He pulls his hips back then, slowly pressing back inside after. He exhales with the movement, eyes tight as he looks down at the other.] I'm not just going to fuck you, Tooru. [His bites his lip the second time, rolling his hips slowly so Oikawa should feel every inch of him inside him.]

[Biting his own lower lip again at that first press in, groaning lower with the second press and feeling his eyes flutter instead of seeing, Oikawa sticks his tongue out after sucking in a breath and remains absolute pudding for Iwaizumi to manipulate as he needs. It's so good, he fills him up just right, he could never want something other than this ever.]

Are you making love to me? [There is a difference, between fucking and making love; this already felt like making love, for how gentle Iwaizumi has been while still relentlessly opening him up.]

You have to ask? [He glares down at him for that, because he's trying hard here, okay? Trying to make it all the more obvious to him. Trying to show him that he cares, that Oikawa warms him up from the inside out. His shoulders and arms tense as he keeps him steady. His teeth press into his lip and he can feel sweat against his temple as he holds himself back, restrains himself from really making this into a fucking session.

That can come after.]

[He didn't really have to ask, but putting it into words had Oikawa smiling far too wide. His face was going to hurt for how happy that makes him feel, but it shows not just in how he smiles - he practically glows with that admission. It's all too telling with how Iwaizumi touches him, handles him, kisses him - is working so hard to do this as lovingly as possible and Oikawa can feel himself getting goosebumps for how warm he feels inside.]

Heeh. No, not really. Since you tied up my hands, you've been making love to me, Hajime. [I love you I love you I love you I can't say it enough.]

[He can tell what's behind that anyway, and even his ears seem to be flushed from it. It's stupid that despite all of Oikawa's many flaws, his own flaws too, this is where they are now. Stupid, or amazing. Maybe both.]

If I let you go, will you contain yourself and let me set the pace?

[He pushes at Oikawa's thigh, arches his spine to bite down on the front of it, claiming him by marking the skin--even bruising it from the pressure.]

[Gasping at that bite on his thigh and shuddering with how he holds still and stays in place so he can't mess up anything Iwaizumi has started, Oikawa makes a soft keening sound in the back of his throat before he twists his wrists in place, panting.]

I'll warn you instead of saying yes, I want to put my arms around your shoulders and hold on, I'll want to feel your back and neck and hair. Is that containing myself, if I only touch you there? [He can't, he'd really try but he can't guarantee he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off him for long - so if keeping him tied up is what lets them be able to keep going, then he'll stay tied.]

[He presses into him hard, leans over him to kiss him on the mouth. It's hard to concentrate like this, when Oikawa's so hot around him, hot under him and is filling all his senses. He rolls his hips slowly, not sliding in and out too much, but giving him some friction.]

If-- [He kisses him again, presses his tongue into his mouth, mapping it out with soft little licks. It's not deep, but it's gentle and slow.] --if it's only there. Yeah.

[It's good, it's so good, it's better than fucking any day. There's enough friction to keep Oikawa from needing too much all at once like he'd usually tease to get, and these kisses are more than satisfying enough that when he is returning them with sweeter hums, nipping at that tongue when it dips in far enough and meeting it with softer licks of his own, Oikawa tugs gently at his wrists this time. Iwaizumi's slow sweet pace keeps bringing him back down where he can't get lost, where he can just enjoy the sensations, and he wants to keep this.]

If you feel like I'm starting to take control, tie them again. I want this. I don't... know how to control myself with you. [He'll absolutely try, is what he's trying to say when he kisses his nose then.]

[He laughs under his breath at that, kissing over his jaw and his face as his body curves enough to lean up, teasing his wrists without unfastening them yet.] It's taking a lot of restraint for me not to just pound you into the ground, you know.

[He exhales sharply.] I' might just pin you down if you try anything to speed it up too much, because I probably can't tie this quick enough otherwise.

[He finally tugs Oikawa's shirt from his wrists then, sliding his hand through his hair after.] Hold on tight.

[That at his wrists makes his hands twist when they were still tied, but the moment Iwaizumi undid the restraints enough that he can slip his hands free, Oikawa is already skimming his fingertips down his arm and over his shoulders, where one keeps going and drags down between his shoulder blades. The other smoothes up and curls into his hair against the back of his neck, kneading in place and it feels so nice to finally be able to touch him.

Kissing him easily, mouthing at his lower lip and chin and tugging his hair gently to make him tip his head back, he tips his head to kiss just beneath his chin then as well, lips skimming to his adams apple and smiling warmly.]

[He breathes out unsteadily when Oikawa's hands slide over his skin, and thankfully while it is a distraction it isn't enough to do anything that will tip him over the edge. He's okay, like this.

He leans in now that Oikawa's holding him closer, pressing his right hand to the ground for balance as the other holds Oikawa's hip tighter. He pulls out, pushing forward again in a slow but smooth motion. His hips rock carefully, aiming at an angle now as he tries to brush against his prostate every time he enters him far enough.]

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