carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[Lifting his mouth off his skin with a wet sound, waiting for Iwaixuni to shuck that shirt aside, Oikawa easily dipped his head in again to kiss along his clavicle, keeping pace with his fingers. There were too many wants for Oikawa to choose from, about how to make Iwaizumi feel best. He could finger him through completion, but he would be too tired afterwards - maybe. He could suck him clean while pressing on his prostate, that also sounded too good.

Or, if Iwai felt ready and wanting, Oikawa can do what he initially wanted; make love to him the way he turned him into jelly, the last time they did this. There were no complaints about all the pulling in his hair, none about the grip to his shirt and when he drew those two fingers back to start teasing with the third, Oikawa mouthed over a nipple again to suck hard.

His own pants are killing him, but he doesn't want to take his attention off Iwaizumi, not even for a second. He's too hot to watch and listen to and taste.]

[He's too caught up in the moment to really comprehend thenthoughts Oikawa is covering in his head. He's merely considering the now, how warm his body feels inside and out as Oikawa's fingers leave his body. When he presses three inside he hisses softly, squeezes his eyes shut as he tries to keep his body relaxed as much as he can. It works enough to kill some of the initial discomfort, even if he does tug on Oikawa's shirt enough to almost draw it over his head (or at least up the back anyway).

He swears softly as Oikawa leans to tease his nipple again, and while he might be on the verge of being overwhelmed it isn't in a bad way, or even a too good of a way either. There's simply just so much going on at once.]

Hey, Iwa-chan?

[Teasing with his words, his breath on his skin when he pulls his mouth up and peppers kisses across to the other nipple - Oikawa really is leaving red welts for all the teasing he does over these particularly sensitive nubs. Turning his eyes up when he laves his tongue over the other, spreading his fingers gently before crooking them again to rub them into his prostate, he smoothes his other hand up and down his side and body to just feel him. To feel all the little squirms and the way his body moves with his hand now and it's all more than he's ever thought he'd do.]

How does it feel.

[His eyes open slowly when he hears Oikawa try and get his attention, and while his sight isn't exactly blurry, there's a haze there that he can't quite blink away when his nipples are teased further and he feels as though his body is on fire. Of course that's only magnified when he crooks his fingers, pressing down on nerves that make his hips snap down towards his fingers even if it is a little more sore with three there.

His abs tense from the motion, left hand squeezing tight on Oikawa's arm, holding the top as he grits his teeth to hold back any sound. It's so much easier to keep quiet when you're the one controlling the shots, like this though... it's almost impossible even if he's never really been that loud with anything like this.]

Like you even-- [He pauses to exhale sharply, shutting his eyes again.] --have to ask.

[Smiling against his skin and twisting his wrist, working to get his body to relax again with the ease two fingers had, Oikawa presses softer kisses against his chest when he keeps his eyes up and keeps talking, rubbing his fingers into place before spreading them slowly. The pace of pressing in and out didn't relent though, not yet, he almost feels ready.]

I want to know how much longer you can take it, I don't want to overdo things.

[It does get easier, once he lets himself ease into the situation. Overall, it feels like he's panicked over nothing. Sure, the start had been a worry, wondering what the hell Oikawa saw in this. The movements themselves can only offer so much, and really it's partly the fact that he is giving Oikawa the control and trusting him with his own body that he feels like he can ease up a bit, that he can try and properly understand how he feels in this position.

He's still squirming in place, working with the fingers Oikawa is pressing into him more than against them now. It's fine. He's fine. They're fine.

His lips twist into half a smile, half a grin even if he's breathless and partially losing his mind here, but:] Like I told you, I'd say if it got too much.

[Though he really has no idea what his limit is either, but even if he went further out of his comfort zone, he does trust Oikawa to be careful, to listen to him either way.] I just-- [He takes a shaky breath, looks up at the ceiling then lets his hand drop over the back of Oikawa's neck, tries to tug him up to his mouth. It'll be easier to get his message through actions, after all, and the desperate kiss he gives him will hopefully say that.]

[Letting Iwaizumi pull him up to his mouth to kiss him back, closing his eyes and smiling too warmly at the way he kisses him - everything is fine then, all his worrying is for nothing. Pressing his fingers against his prostate and holding them there, rubbing them over those sensitive nerves, Oikawa tugged at his lower lip with his teeth and kissed him again before sitting back to slow his hand. Drawing his fingers out and stroking his thighs with both hands, he reached to peel his shirt up over his head finally and toss it aside.

He needs to start getting ready now, doesn't he?]

[He slips up briefly when their mouths are connected and Oikawa presses and rubs over his prostrate again, his teeth clamp down on Oikawa's lip, stopping before he bites hard enough to bleed, but he certainly traps his mouth there for a hot second. He feels like he's probably too close to orgasm by this point, then again he has no idea how anything else is going to go either. It's probably okay.

He pants when Oikawa pulls his fingers away, surprised at the weird feeling of... emptiness that follows. Is that what Oikawa always meant about being connected? He can see it, this way. It's what makes him open his eyes anyway, working on breathing normally as Oikawa takes off his shirt, hands reaching out to slide up over his body now he can actually think for a moment.]

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answers this b4 sleeping [tsun]

laughs ANSWERS B4 SLEEPING TOO [winks]

heh heh heh HEH u///u

iwachans a peerv, thinking about that wow

It's only in moments like these tsuncryingcat

ehheheheh also sorry for typos i was phone tagging before sleep

LMFAO it's nothing!! it's not like i can say anything with my tagging life lately cries

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