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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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[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?

[How could things get more gross at this point? Groggily giggling even as Iwaizumi draws out and settles with him, Oikawa strokes his fingertips in featherlight touches over his shoulders and over the fine red lines he left when he held on - ah, he scratched his back up good. The sweat on both of them might be cooling off, but Oikawa feels as warm as ever.]

I'm fantastic is how okay I am. What about you, I felt you go again, are you the one who is okay? [Teasing lightly, kissing his chin now and peppering around his mouth but not catching his lips, Oikawa traces out those new scratch marks.]

[He twitches closer when he feels fingers sliding over spots that are a little more sore than others, but he never makes a move or sound to stop him.]

Shut up, you were squeezing around me what do you expect me to do? [He pinches his side, then turns his mouth to bite at Oikawa's lip instead, all for making him go quiet again.]

[Those giggles slip out again without any attempts to hide them, smiling against his mouth when he puts up no fight to those nips and Oikawa just gives soft little licks and laps to Iwaizumi's nipping mouth. Continuing to stroke those sore places soothingly, humming under his breath, he shifts his legs to slide one foot up a little and stretch the muscles in his ass, Oikawa lets out a soft grunt at the pull in his lower back.]

Haaa, what a mess you've made of me. Feels good though.

[He mumbles "idiot" under his breath, 100% affectionately at this point though as he continues with those soft little kisses and the like.]

Want a shower? [Even if he's not the one with gross stuff inside him right now, he feels like it's necessary.]

Only if you shower with me.

[He'll need his support, is what he's really saying. Iwaizumi did a number to his ass for all that literal fucking he just took and even without sitting up or standing, Oikawa can tell from the twinge his body gives at just shifting his leg that standing is going to be a little rough. He still mouths and kisses and nips at his lips though, one hand drifting up then to trace along his jaw so Oikawa can just gaze at him through his eyelashes again.]

Have I mentioned lately that I think you're damn hot, Iwa-chan? I feel like I need to say it more. [Laying here admiring the way his best friend was built not just in body but in shoulders and the way his jaw has this incredibly appealing curve to it, the stubble of a shadow on his chin. It's hard to deny that Iwaizumi was never good looking, even if he might not have ever thought so. Ruggedly handsome.]

Sure. [It's not like they'll be able to do anything but get clean at this point anyway. Plus, he probably has enough strength to carry him through anyway. Thankfully he hasn't moved to do that just yet, or he might have dropped Oikawa after he keeps speaking.]

Shut up. [He pushes his bandaged hand over Oikawa's eyes then, clearly flustered.] Let's go before I change my mind and just leave you here like this.

[Laughing and reaching up to gently tug that bandaged hand down, kissing squarely into his palm, he looks at him from over his fingers and just smiles too warmly.]

My Iwa-chan grew up from a tanned, snot-nosed little kid who liked chasing bugs for fun into a ridiculously handsome man who is way too fun to fluster~

[Stroking his touch up his hand and arm until he can hook it around Iwaizumi's shoulder, Oikawa lifts himself enough to lean in and press one simple kiss to his mouth, before he's shifting to try to pick himself up. Bowing his back to sit up immediately gets a small pained hiss out of him, but he keeps at it until they're both sitting up and he's holding on for support.

It was so worth it.]

Yeah... shame you're still pretty snot nosed isn't it? [He keeps steady while Oikawa helps himself up, pulling him close while his hand rubs Oikawa's back. He reaches to pull his underwear up then, cringing at how gross they both are, and reaches for clean clothes for the both of them, shoving them into a backpack.]

You better hope no one's outside.

What are you going to do if someone is?

[Kissing his temple and half laughing, rubbing his face against his shoulder and neck, Oikawa cheekily bats his eyes at him.]

You know people already know we're dating without needing to say anything, by this point. [Not with how they cling, not with how they steal kisses, not with the frequent hand holding.] So if someone sees the mess sex made out of me, who cares?

That doesn't mean they need to see it?! [Look it's not the rest that bothers him... but the idea of people imagining them fucking like this... seeing what Oikawa looks like with his pupils still a bit blown and skin flushed, his own body giving him away...

He's. He can't deal with that.]

Maybe I want them to know that you fucked me so good I wound up looking like this.

[Winking, giggling into his neck and sucking in air when he moved to stand, Oikawa hummed and swayed for a moment while hanging on before he shivered - oh god he can feel the cum moving to slip out of him now. Slipping a hand back to cover it, almost blocking it so it can't drip out, he felt his cheeks flushing brightly.

That's a bit of a different feeling. Not unwelcome, but certainly...]

[There's no way he isn't just as flustered, because as dense as he can be--he can guess what's going on there. He bites his lip, eyes dipping before he reaches to grab some tissue they left aside.]

Oi, don't-- [Don't use your fingers???? Don't think letting them see you like that is good????]

[Blushing darker but laughing at the way Iwaizumi practically sputters, Oikawa reaches with his other hand to take the tissue to wipe himself a bit before wiping his fingers, tossing the used mess in the wastebin.]

Eheheh... come on, let's go. The rest will come out if we don't hurry.

[Ah... that's it. He takes the blanket, wrapping it around Oikawa like a burrito then he hauls him up, throwing him over his shoulder.]

Shut up already. [Ah, he really is flustered...]

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