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[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.]

[One eye squeezes shut when Oikawa starts cirling his finger, his hands scrambling on the floor at how weird that feels. It's not bad, per se. Just a little uncomfortable, soothing after a while of the same motions. His hips finally twitch a little, rocking slightly ino the motion like he remembers Oikawa doing.

He's sweaty and gross already, breath unsteady as he tries to get used to the motion of it all.

After a short while he does speak though:] You can do a bit more... I think.

[Turning his eyes up, looking at him through his lashes as if to read him to see just how honest he's being, Oikawa takes it as a cue after a few moments to press his finger in deeper, working to push it in all the way now and ease it back out. He's tight, it's almost ridiculous even if Oikawa knew it wasn't like Iwaizumi ever tried this sort of thing himself... really, what they've done together has been pretty much all Iwaizumi has done. He never figured he'd get experimental. Drawing his mouth up and off with a wet sound, licking the connecting spit from mouth to cock, he tipped his head to kiss down to Iwai's balls and suck on his thigh.]

[He jerks slightly when he goes deeper, arm finally moving up to cover his eyes. His teeth press into his lower lip, trying to not pull away out of sheer embarrassment. To go through this every time... Oikawa really must be shameless in comparison.. At least that's how he feels when he feels lips kiss along such private areas. It's one thing to do this to someone else, but it feels like another entirely to receive it.

He doesn't know what to do with himself.

It's why his right hand reaches out for Oikawa, palm sweaty under bandages. His hand is shaking, eyes tightly shut because if he tries to look he doesn't know if he'll panic. It's dumb, really, because he does trust Oikawa no matter how many jabs he says that he doesn't.

[Keeping up the slow motions despite using all of that one finger, Oikawa reaches with his free hand to gently catch that right hand and sit up so he can kiss his wrist and hold on. Nuzzling against his forearm, because he knows he can feel him there, Oikawa keeps pressing simple kisses to his skin until he whispers with his hand slowing.]

Is it okay? [It probably still feels weird, they probably should have just done as usual, Iwaizumi would be more comfortable, wouldn't he. Gently turning his wrist in a careful attempt to give him more without being downright overwhelming, that finger wiggled a bit in place, searching slowly.]

[He relaxes somewhat when his hand is caught, feeling the kisses on his skin there. The nuzzling is just as soothing, and it's enough for him to lift his other arm a bit, peeking up at him now that he's close enough to eye level. There's not really any fear there, but the expression on his face along with the flush to his skin definitely shows he's embarrassed about it all. No matter how gruff he might be trying to act.]

I said I'd tell you if it wasn't. [At first the wiggling feels uncomfortable for sure, and he hopes to fucking god that the entire thing doesn't feel as weird as this or he won't really understand the appeal at all. It's after that thought that Oikawa manages to find what he's searching for though.

He jolts, gasping out for air as his eyes widen. He's still looking Oikawa in the eye when it happens, which also means that any expression that crosses his face is easy as fuck to see. Surprise is the biggest one there, surprise mixed with glazed over eyes from the shock of pleasure going up his spine. Really, he's waiting for the indication that Oikawa was meant to do that, that this is exactly what he'd been doing to him to make this feel as good as Oikawa made it sound everytime he was the one pressing into him.]

[Meeting his eye just in time to see that change from embarrassment to that gasping, surprised expression, Oikawa can't help the way his own everything just lights up - he found it. Smiling, his apprehension that Iwaizumi wouldn't enjoy it finally fading, he takes on an impish look when he kisses his arm again and twists his wrist to gently roll his fingertip over Iwaizumi's prostate again before he presses on it.]

There we go... found you, Iwa-chan. [Cooing the words out even as Oikawa pressed his finger in slow circles into that sensitive place, he kept up the eye contact; that hint of a glazed look was just too hot on Iwaizumi.]

[It must be easier knowing what you're doing when you've felt it for yourself. He'd always just reacted to whatever Oikawa reacted to, considering he'd never even really looked this stuff up before. Jerking himself off was one thing, but this was something far out of his head it felt crazy to consider that he was here now.

The fact that Oikawa doesn't relent either is something he wouldn't have expected. His mouth opens a little as he tries to remember how to breathe, knees drawing up higher as his toes dig into the mat and his hips jerk before he can think to hold himself back.]

What the f--hah... [He cuts off asking anything though as Oikawa rubs small circles now instead, head tipping back as his spine arches up. It's almost overwhelming.]

[Letting his touch smooth off that sensitive bundle of nerves then while beaming sweetly up at him, Oikawa kissed his chin and hummed, gently just working his finger in and out now instead. He knows where to touch him, now he wants to let him talk.]

That's what makes it so hard for me to hold still, when you're working me open and pressing into me. [Drawing that finger out to rub the pads of two fingertips against that pucker now, he waited about pressing them inward, he waited to give Iwaizumi a chance to get air back in his lungs.]

[After the kiss on his chin he tries to catch him and hold him there, hand splaying into Oikawa's hair, his mouth aiming for the other's to give him a kiss on the lips instead. Even with his eyes openb it feels like lights are blinding his vision, though it's not in a bad way.]

I didn't realise it was like this. [He feels bad for tormenting him so much now, because he's more than aware that his cock feels like it's throbbing already. He's breathless when he speaks, but thankfully seems to get air into his lungs fast enough to nod, giving Oikawa permission to push the two digits inside now.]

Heheh.

[Smiling against his mouth and leaning to let him hold him in place, nipping at his lower lip even as he gives him that nod. Kissing warmly and gently pressing his fingers inward, pushing them both in all the way until they both fit, Oikawa crooked them then to press into his prostate again to alleve the discomfort of that second finger.]

It's good, mm?

It's... [He trails off though in favour of trying to bite back a groan and a wince mixed together when Oikawa pushes both digits inside him and presses against his prostrate again. He shudders, bites at his lips until they redden.] better than I thought it'd be.

[It's mentioned softly, hands gripping at Oikawa's shoulders to keep himself together.]

[Oikawa is still so gentle and careful, even with two fingers in. Working them in and out, only occasionally hitting that prostate just so he doesn't overload him, he kissed him again to keep Iwaizumi from biting his lips so hard they bled - there would be none of that, shhhh shh. Lapping at them affectionately, then kissing the corner of his mouth as he started moving to trail his jaw with kisses, Oikawa kept his hand going while the other smoothed up Iwaizumi's frame to feel up his body again.]

Good, I was worried it wouldn't feel as good for you as it does to me.

[His lips part as soon as Oikawa starts kissing him again, eagerly kissing back to keep himself occupied. His mouth catches the other's, sucks at the skin of his lip as his hips try to roll with the motion of Oikawa pressing in and out. It's weird as hell, but it is getting much easier again as time goes on--especially with the breaks to press on his prostrate.

He glances away slightly, still finding himself flushed when he thinks about where this is going. Oikawa is being so patient though, he finds his unease slowly drifting. If he thinks of those perfect hands, perfect fingers pushing inside him, twisting and rubbing... well it's enough to make him tip his head back and groan.]

[Seeing, feeling him getting into this more and more, Oikawa smiles against his mouth and even when Iwaizumi tips his head back to groan, he just sinks his mouth down and presses wet kisses along his throat. He's sincerely glad it doesn't feel as strange as it did at the start, he knew it would feel good with a little time - thank god Iwaizumi was patient for him. Pressing his fingers in a quicker pace, scissoring gently at first just to let him know he was going to do more, Oikawa sucked at his pulse while his wrist turned to twist those fingers inside and rubbed into him more eagerly.

He's so tight, it's almost impossible to think that they'll connect this way too and even just like this, Oikawa can see how Iwaizumi would always think its too much, that he'd never fit.]

[His hands scramble to find purchase in Oikawa's hair, tugging tight with his left, to the point he worries he'll pull the strands out. So he reaches further down, gripping at the fabric of his shirt on his shoulders, twisting it tight. His head rolls to the side a little, arching his throat and offering more skin for him to kiss.

He can't properly remember the feeling of what it was like to press his fingers into Oikawa for the first time, but he also is aware that Oikawa was more than likely the type to experiment with stuff like this in his house. It makes him hotter to think about it, to think of him laying on his bed jerking off, pressing his own fingers into himself.

He feels too hot, and that's thankfully enough to finally reach to yank off the shirt that was still bunched up over his body. Granted, if anyone were to walk in on this it'd be embarrassing enough that Oikawa's fingering him nevermind that he's completely naked while Oikawa's still dressed. It doesn't really matter anymore.]

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answers this b4 sleeping [tsun]

laughs ANSWERS B4 SLEEPING TOO [winks]

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