carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[Smiling and nuzzling a spot he can recognize as a mark he's left before, Oikawa peppers those kisses lower as his hands wander, continuing to stroke and pet his thighs from knee to hip and there's something gorgeous about the muscles in his hands. Just feeling him shift and move those little bits of simply accepting those touches, there's a half thought of wondering if there's any part on Iwaizumi's body that he doesn't like.

There isn't.

Working his kisses down to his collarbones and chest, Oikawa moved slowly to keep him relaxed. Pushing his shirt up enough to expose his chest and give him a wink, he brushed his lips across his heart before kissing one nipple and peppering kisses as he worked his way across to the other.]

[It feels weird to having such loving touches surround him. Oikawa's hand and mouth moves slowly enough that he feels every instance of contact, and finally it's easier to drive him to slide his hands into Oikawa's hair. His little fingers spread out to brush his ears, sighing softly as his shirt is pushed up and he feels kisses over his heart, feeling it pound louder and fast with the contact, then from one nipple to another.

At this stage it's easy to forget where he is. To focus on only Oikawa, on his mouth, body, hands, his voice.

His hands drop, curving around the back of the neck before he tugs him up, trying to get another kiss.]

[Giving the nipple he's on a soft nip before Iwaizumi was tugging him up for another kiss, Oikawa moves with a warmer smile. Catching his lips in a slow, languid kiss, he just purred against his mouth. Drawing one hand up again to stroke over the nipple he didn't get to tease, pinching and smoothing his thumb in easy circles around it, he tugged at his lower lip with his teeth and exhaled a warm hum of his name.]

[He lets Oikawa control the pace of the kiss, knows it's because he's nervous that he almost tried to speed it up. It's the reassurance that helps him keep going, too. He kisses back as slowly, rubs Oikawa's shoulders and pushes himself up against him. His back curves a little, letting himself feel every touch of Oikawa's fingers on his nipple now.

He murmurs something in return, unintelligable given how he concentrates on trying to keep himself relaxed in the end.]

[Soft murmurs of I love you and Hajime slip out between kisses, even as he can feel Iwaizumi's hands kneading at his shoulders, Oikawa hums against his mouth as he pinches and both hands are touching him now. Smoothing his thumbs against his nipples, rubbing them slowly and just working the mood into him with every touch and kiss, Oikawa smiled against his lips after a bit. He felt Iwaizumi start to relax again after a few long moments of just touching and kissing, and let his lips start migrating down his neck again.]

[He breathes slowly as his heart rate picks up, concentrating on trying to not get too worked up too quickly. There's also the fact that he gets what Oikawa is trying to ease him into this, to make sure he feels as loved as possible after everything he's said today. Everything he's said or thought since he woke up from that living nightmare. He tilts his head, left hand reaching up from Oikawa to tug his collar away, inviting Oikawa down further into the dip of his throat and neck.

His right hand flattens against Oikawa's back, rubs up and down to show that he's okay. That this is okay.]

[Easing both hands slowly down Iwaizumi's frame with those easy breaths between them, he smiled so broadly against his skin when he reached up to tug his shirt out of his way. Lifting his head briefly to kiss his ear, then dip his head and drag his teeth against his neck and throat, Oikawa opened his mouth to close it tenderly over his pulse and suck. Not too hard, not too soft, just with enough pressure to feel that heartbeat through his skin and still start to leave a mark.

Iwaizumi knows Oikawa will stop if he really does get nervous, and Oikawa knows he would tell him. There is a lot that the man he loves will do for him, but lie about this sort of concern is not one of those things. He really has full, unshakable trust in him.]

[He can see why Oikawa became such a mess when they did this before, when he tied his wrists and made love to him slowly and in a way to make him come apart. He gets it already, when Oikawa sucks on his neck in just the right way to make him groan softly.

His hands slide over Oikawa's back, up over his shoulders and into his hair. His left curls and tugs on the strands, the right cradling the back. His legs shift, instead moving to cradle Oikawa in against himself.]

That feels good. [It comes out as a whisper, soft and gentle, there really is 100% unshakable trust there.]

[Sucking until he knew there was a deep red mark left in Iwaizumi's skin, Oikawa slowly pulled his mouth back to keep peppering softer kisses around it, his lips working downward to skip over his bunched up shirt and mouth at his collarbones next. Smiling with the whisper and the way he holds onto him, cradling him in against his body and shutting his eyes, Oikawa knew this was a good choice. He wanted to love him the way he showed him before, wanted to return every ounce of those feelings because making Iwaizumi absolutely melt? Sounds like the best thing he's ever wanted to do.

While his mouth worked more kisses into his skin, lips wandering down until he was kissing and nipping over a nipple, Oikawa let his hands roam downward until he was stroking his thighs again and smoothing his hands up high enough, thumbs on the inside and he let his touch brush so close through his pants.]

[It's easy enough to drown in the sensations to forget that normally he'd be annoyed that Oikawa has probably marked him harder than he'd usually let him. The way his skin tingles helps a bit, but even more so when teeth nip his nipple and his back jerks with the motion, a puff of air slipping from his lips and his grip tightens on Oikawa's hair, holding back just enough to not tug.

He doesn't plead either though, instead concentrating on finally brushing Oikawa's hair back to look down at his face, squirming slightly on the floor once the other's thumbs graze close yet not close enough. His hips raise a little, canting towards the touch before he can stop himself. His skin flushes with the embarrassment of pushing forwards for it without needing to be guided, but really there are no complaints here.]

[When Iwaizumi would comb his hair back, he'd find Oikawa's eyes were closed even as his hands kept kneading and there was such a smile on his face - it was buried against his skin from all the kisses he was still lining his body with. Laving his tongue affectionately over that nipple, taking it between his lips again to roll it into a hard little nub, Oikawa kept tugging and sucking on the sensitive skin as his hands moved again.

Drawing them down to nearly Iwaizumi's knees and back up, one dipped underneath to stroke up the back of his leg until he was tracing the curve of his ass, before it wandered back down in a simple touch. This time when his hands come rising upwards and Oikawa can curl his fingertips in at the waistband of his shorts, he was slow to tug them downward now, just making room for himself at an easy pace until he had to pull his mouth up with a wet sound to shuck those shorts to his ankles. Giving him a sweet smile even as he pulled the fabric from around one foot, then the other, Oikawa simply tossed them behind him when he dipped his mouth down again to lave attention over the other nipple now, hands simply roaming up and down his thighs again to stroke over the lines of his hips.]

Love you, love you so much.

[It's a nice expression. Honest. Open. A rarity for the boy on top of him for the most part. His thumbs reach to stroke his cheeks before he's gasping out, eyes stuttering between open and closed. His hips jut, trying to rut against Oikawa despite his will to stay steady. There's no way he can blame Oikawa for getting needy and desperate when it feels like this, honestly. But he'll keep saying stuff anyway in the future.

He just wished Oikawa wouldn't talk now, because it's only adding to how flustered he feels from how much his actions are speaking for him. He's being so careful to not spook him, to make sure he remembers this is about both of them that he can't keep listening to it on top of that.]

When you're acting like this, you don't need to say it, idiot. [It comes out as a soft whisper, legs moving to help with his shorts before his thighs part again, inviting Oikawa in between them.]

Heeeh, are you embarrassed about how much I love you?

[Teasing with such a cheeky look, flicking his eyes open to gaze up at him from where he speaks around the other nipple in his mouth, Oikawa easily took that invitation of space with his body and let his hands roam all the way up again. Tracing out the fine lines of muscle and flesh until he was able to ply his mouth away from his chest, his lips went chasing after everywhere his fingers touched until his kisses were circling Iwaizumi's naval. Tenderly smoothing his palms down, playfully pinning his hips with broad hands over the bones and body and the fabric of his underwear, Oikawa kissed lower and over the garment until he was mouthing his cock through them, slow and exhaling warm breaths against him.]

I want to trace it into every inch of your skin, Iwa-chan.

Not exactly. [It comes out as a grumble, eyes dipping when Oikawa lowers himself again. He can feel the wet patch on his skin as the saliva cools, sighs in the back of his throat and tangles his hand into Oikawa's hair this time. He grips harder when the other starts mouthing at him through his underwear, hips trying to arch up off the floor.]

You're doing a good job of it.

[It's hard to tell where Oikawa's mouth hasn't burned, after all.]

Good.

[He knows he doesn't need to say it, he doesn't need to do more than touch him and kiss him and Iwaizumi knows what Oikawa is saying without words - but he likes to talk. He likes to communicate verbally and nonverbally because he always hears what he's saying with both. Letting his smile turn downright impish at the way he arches up under his hands and he teases with a long suck over the fabric from base to head, he lifts his mouth again then to kiss along the waistband while his hands kept him held down again, preventing the arch he knows will come again from how Iwaizumi can't seem to hold entirely still.

He's sure he likes that hand in his hair more than he has thought possible.]

[He downright grumbles at the way he knows Oikawa knows he's even struggling to keep himself grounded now. His hands tingle when he moves them through Oikawa's dumb fluffy hair. He can't arch his hips up, so he settles for squirming slightly, legs straightening out a little until his thighs are almost parallel with the bed.]

This wasn't supposed to be an invitation for you to be a tease, you know.

[Yet it kind of was???]

If I didn't tease you, you'd think I was upset somehow.

[Laughing softly and kissing down one of his thighs then as his hands drifted up to hook his fingers into his underwear, Oikawa tugged them down while his lips worked back up, pulling the fabric back just as he came up to kissing his cock again softly. Lifting his head to leisurely draw the underwear down one leg at a time once more, tossing it off to their left instead of lost to wherever behind them, he winked when he settled in between his legs again to kiss the insides of his knees, before slowly drawing a wet path of kisses down his inner thigh when he reaches to push the other leg up over his shoulder. Taking his time working red into Iwaizumi's skin from thigh up without touching his cock again, he ghosted a breath over the sensitive skin until he was working kisses into his other thigh next, cradling his hips with his hands.]

Not... [He stops talking while Oikawa pulls the fabric back though, this time pushing himself up enough to lean on his elbows to watch him. His head cants to the side a bit, resting on his shoulder. His t-shirt slides back down a bit too, hiding part of his chest.] Not right now.

[He trusts that Oikawa isn't upset with his decision, isn't upset with this because it takes a lot for someone like Iwaizumi to willingly give himself utterly and completely to another.Like when his leg is pushed over Oikawa's shoulder his fingers clench at the floor, trying to hold onto something. He can feel when his skin is going to mark pretty well from how lon Oikawa lingers making the skin red to how hard he sucks too.]

Yeah, true.

[Breathing the words out even when he pulls his mouth off the newest, darkest hickey he could leave just into the crease of his thigh, Oikawa lets his eyes slide up to watch him when his mouth passes over his cock again. Giving him an affectionate smile, kissing soft little chaste smooches up the shaft until he was licking gently at the tip, he drifted one hand to their far right where their bags were. Trying to keep Iwaizumi's attention on him instead of his hand, he opened his mouth to close his lips around the head and sucked warmly - but his hand was definitely fussing with a pocket until that little bottle of lube was found and he drew it down into far better reach.]

[He's glad no one else is going to see that, knowing where it is on his skin. It feels... good though. Being marked like this, so intimately too with how slow and gentle he's being along with where he is. He keeps his eyes on him as he figures Oikawa would prefer, but...

He can feel his mouth going dry. Can feel the rush as heat surrounds him and his head tips back with a pant.]

[He doesn't bob his head, he doesn't do more than lightly suck at the tip of his cock - any more than that and it will start to be too much, especially with what he's about to start doing in addition. Quietly opening the bottle to slick up his fingers, gentle when he draws a wet fingertip down his inner thigh so it isn't a surprise where his hand is, Oikawa brings his touch lower and lower until he was brushing past his balls. That's when his mouth moves, slowly sinking around him as he gently presses his middle finger against his asshole, rubbing the sensitive pucker.]

[In the end he's grateful that Oikawa is pretty much a master in this part of the journey already, because when he feels wet sliding down over his skin and the fact that it's cool makes his body jolt. He breathes out in sharp instances, fingers moving to clutch at the mat he's lying on.

He swallows.] Sorry, I just...

[He's startled, unable to believe it was almost time. His thighs try to clamp together when he feels Oikawa's finger rubbing against him, his right eye twitching between staying open or shutting.

He licks his lips.]

Don't stop. [He might still panic a bit--but don't stop.]

[Turning his eyes up to read his expression and smiling gently around him, only bouncing his mouth slowly, Oikawa hums a sound that is simply an okay, I won't, before that finger press inward gently. Just the tip at first, pressing in enough to actually go in and then out, just at first to let him get used to the feeling of something being there.]

[It's weird, that's for sure. Even now it's hard to see (or rather, feel) the appeal of this, but given that it's so common he just... tries to calm down enough to wait it out. As soon as Oikawa starts pressing his finger in and out even just that little bit his stomach constricts, tensing up his abs as a means to hold himself in place.

He doesn't want to squirm away.]

[Drawing his mouth up slowly, sucking warmly even as he gently pressed his finger inward again, this time pushing until the first knuckle popped in, Oikawa moved that finger in a slow circle to start working him open, slickening the pucker itself again when he pulls it back to wipe his wet palm into place. His finger returns soon enough to press in only so far again to gently keep an in an out pressure going.]

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