( nuevo inugami )

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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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[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.]

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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.

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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?

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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.]

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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...]

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[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????]

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[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.

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[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...]