carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[Curling his fingers against his back and dragging his hand up again, nails skimming skin as his hand comes all the way up along his spine and between his shoulder blades again, Oikawa moans, mouth open against Iwaizumi's throat when he starts moving again and all he can do is hold on and lap at the flesh he hasn't bitten yet. He wants to, his teeth tease like he is going to, but he doesn't - he just whispers Iwaizumi's name against his skin and relaxes the grip he has in his hair to stroke at his scalp.]

[He mumbles something unintelligible against Oikawa, sound soft as Oikawa's nails glide over his own skin, heating him up from the inside. He leans down, kissing against Oikawa's ear and nuzzling his nose against his temple. He breathes in and out, in and out, then murmurs softly:] I love you.

[He pulls him in, closer, pushes as deep as he can as he practically grinds into him. His hands are shaking from the pressure mounting up in his dick, he's been struggling for a long while already.]

[His favorite words to hear. If it's possible to cling closer with the way Iwaizumi moves into him, Oikawa was clutching to his back then with both hands, nails digging into skin and marking fine lines in several directions. Drawing his mouth up to let go of the skin of his neck and tipping his head right back to expose his own throat for Iwaizumi, gasping as he tried to get air into his lungs at how breathless he feels suddenly because of those words. Because of every little action that has led to this moment.

He feels so full.]

H-haajime, it's good, it's so good... you feel so good in me! [You can let go, you don't have to hold it anymore.]

[He can't say it as easily as Oikawa can, doesn't really feel the need to most of the time because somehow throwing it around carelessly seems to devalue it to him. In moments like this... isn't it more special?]

You feel good. [He kisses him again, covering his mouth.] I-- [He laughs in the back of his throat, groans as he lets his hips snap forward faster this time, dick pulsing inside him.] I'm not gonna last...

You don't have to last. Let me feel it.

[He's not close enough to finish with him, but he'll keep encouraging him to let go even as his hands roam up to kneading the back of his neck and petting his hair and kissing him languidly - lapping at his teeth and lips and just tasting him.]

Tooru-- [He shouldn't have started so quickly, he knows, but how is he supposed to resist when Oikawa smiles at him like he has? Full of warmth. Full of love and appreciation. His stomach feels warm at the feeling. Tight, too.

Like his entire body is going to burst.

He's sweating, he knows he is, so he buries his face against his neck, moans against his ear as he rocks his hips into him faster.] I'm gonna....

[He doesn't finish speaking though, instead he groans into his ear, low and throaty as his hips snap into him. His body shakes with the pressure, coming inside him as he fills him up. He keeps thrusting into him, rocking out his orgasm into Oikawa's body.]

[Cradling his head when he tucks against his neck and groans like that, Oikawa knows he'll be done with the way Iwaizumi is rocking into him now. It feels so good, just the motions and the pressure and then he can feel that hot wetness spilling into him and Oikawa just moans. Dragging his nails into his back again, rocking his hips with every thrust now to help him work right through his orgasm, Oikawa drifted his hand down to touching himself in trying to catch up. Squeezing his fingers firmly and groaning a husky sound out, he almost feels too satisfied to come again.

He can't just leave his dick hard like this though.]

[His breath hitches when Oikawa only holds him closer, as their skin slides together more than before. He can feel Oikawa's hand move to his own dick, and reaches out to help him, covering his hand and helping him stroke. His eyes are squeezed shut as he milks his orgasm for what its worth, making soft gasping noises as he starts to slow his movements, but he stays buried inside him.

His thumb grazes the tip of Oikawa's erection, rubs then goes back to stroking him, hand moving tight and fast.]

Tooru. [He whispers it, voice low and deep like a rumble.] I love you.

[Shivering with the words alone, needing to turn his head to meet his mouth but just to breathe against his lips, Oikawa lets his eyes shut as he lets those four words just wash over him. Taking in just the soft sounds Iwaizumi still made and the warmth around him, he's well aware of the sweaty mess they both are after all this - there's a squishy, sloppy mess that was dumped inside him after all, and even if it feels a little strange, it's good.

Maybe it's the combined mess in him and the way Iwaizumi's breath and voice made him shudder, because Oikawa was so sure he wasn't going to finish so soon with him, and then that feeling of time speeding up catches him and his hands are clutching his shoulders. Gasping, breathing in deep through parted lips and exhaling a low, sweet sound that was all air and one word, Hajime, Oikawa comes almost too easily with his hips raising into that tight hand and his body clamping tight around him.

It's only easy because Iwaizumi worked it out of him, really.]

[He just came, but considering he's still buried inside him he can feel a little more of his cum leaking into Oikawa's body, like he wasn't quite spent enough. His lips tremble slightly, feeling like they're cracking from how hard he bites down on the skin. It's hot, like this, with Oikawa so close. They're both gross now, covered in liquid and sweat but he wouldn't change it for the world.]

...You okay? [It's only asked after a minute or two of letting him ride out his orgasm, followed by a little after glow.]

I love you.

[It's all he can say with that blissed smile on his face - Oikawa was still riding out that high, it felt like it could go for so much longer. Kissing softly at Iwaizumi's forehead and dragging a hand up to pet his hair, humming happily with every exhale out, Oikawa cracks his eyes open to simply gaze at him. They are a mess, a hot sweaty gross mess and he's far too pleased with it all.]

I'm more than okay, Iwa-chan.

[He shifts a little to get more comfortable, slowly pulling out of the other before things get even more gross. He curls up against him then, being a blanket of warmth even when the sweat on his skin begins to cool.]

How much is that?

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