carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[Leaning over him to let those hands roam his skin and letting out a sweeter groan at how just Iwaizumi's touch makes his skin tingle, he kisses him again with a grin about the sore welt he can feel on his lip. It hurt, but it was so good at the same time. Kneading his thighs and pressing wet kisses down his neck again, purring his words this time when he shifted to pull Iwaizumi's hips up against his own for now - he still had to undo his pants after all - Oikawa leaned in to rock against his body.]

Love you, Hajime. [You're giving me you, by wanting to do this.]

[He watches him carefully as his hands slide up and down, lowering enough until his thumbs can graze Oikawa's nipples, as though returning the favour for all the teasing he's had already. For having to wait until this point. His back burns as he's pulled down and up against Oikawa's hips, hands scratching skin as the other rocks down against him.

It's almost funny how ridiculous it feels to have friction, even only slight, against his cock yet it feels like something's missing, after all that preparation he's gone through that he's not quite as complete as he thought he had been.

But that's where they're heading, isn't it? That's why he's the one laying on the mat, with Oikawa purring soft words at him and it's why it's him who is melting there right now. He's giving himself to him, not for anyone but himself and Oikawa. This is for the both of them. His mouth feels dry, cracks when he opens it to speak:] Love you, too. [There's a pause as he lets his head tip slightly, eyes closing briefly as he tries to keep his composure. He's nervous, but it'll be okay. Everything so far has been.] Tooru.

[There's always something special about Iwaizumi saying his name. Like it reinforces their bond, when he says Iwaizumi's often enough for the important times and reasons and yet Iwaizumi saying it now just feels like something else. His purrs became softer little groans with that roaming touch, and when he ruts his hips down against his again, Oikawa has to draw his frame away enough to start fussing with his pants. Flipping the belt, pulling it and throwing it carelessly, he was almost downright hasty in stripping himself down. He didn't want to keep Iwaizumi waiting, he didn't want to wait anymore either - so when he has to draw away entirely just to throw his clothes out of the way, Oikawa still tips his head down to kiss Iwaizumi's abdomen just below his naval.

Once he has everything out of the way and another handful of lube, he drops his touch to fondle himself, slicking his cock up and smearing everything leftover from his spikers balls down over his asshole again - he desperately doesn't want to hurt him.]

[He just doesn't overuse it. Saves it for moments where it matters, just like now. He doesn't lean up as Oikawa strips himself, but he does let his eyes open as he bites down on the nerves threatening to eat him up inside. He licks hips lips, lets his eyes dip as Oikawa strokes lube onto himself. There's a brief moment of how the fuck is that supposed to fit? before he pushes that thought aside. He should know that already from the countless times he's pressed into Oikawa at this point, shouldn't he?

His hips twitch a little as he feels the cool press of lube against himself this time, gaze flickering away as he shifts his position, opens his legs more for the other.

Hopefully Oikawa won't tease him about this later, won't tease him about how flushed his face probably is, or the way his hands start to shake against ribs then up towards his shoulders.

It's okay.

It's okay.]

[It's only when Oikawa is satisfied with how slick they both are that he strokes his touch to Iwaizumi's hips again. Leaning in to kiss him warmly, soft chaste kisses but full of love regardless, he soothes that shaking. He wants to give him the time to prepare before they start, ignoring his own bodys demands to be satisfied because even if Iwaizumi says no now, he'll respect it. There won't be any needling, no convincing past what he has already done - it doesn't feel like a no by this point, nowhere in that flushed expression Iwaizumi has is a look of discomfort.

Smiling and kissing his forehead when he can start steadying his hands, Oikawa draws their hips together again to groan lightly at just the slide of skin and skin. Taking that bit of friction, continuing to rock their cocks together, he dipped a hand down to press his dick lower. Gently pressing until he found that tender pucker, he only sat there against it; last chance to tell him no.]

Ready, Iwa-chan?

[It's a hazy thought, but one nevertheless when he thinks of how selfless Oikawa is being right now. That despite the horrid sides to his personality that warp him at times, that underneath it all he can be like this. It's weird how much it makes his heart race, how his hands shake for other reasons and it's not a bad thing, even as he pulls them into Oikawa's hair again, pulls him in close to capture those lips in return.

He returns the feelings there wholeheartedly.

The friction on his cock feels heavenly and too much at the same time, like he might burst from feeling too much already. It's why it's actually a relief when Oikawa pulls himself down to align himself, even if he feels his stomach drop from the nerves that are creeping up inside him. It's why when he speaks his voice is low, gruff and harsh.]

I swear to god if you don't do it now, I'm going to end up finishing without you. [You can do it already, idiot. Though he hopes Oikawa doesn't pay much attention to the fact that he's also saying that before his nerves give in and he does something he'll regret--pulling away without giving this a chance.]

[He can hear it, he can tell Iwaizumi is still nervous - but he still gave the go ahead. Shifting to press, slowly pressing the tip against him to move inward, Oikawa whispers against his mouth even as he tries to go as carefully as he can.]

Shhh, it's going to feel a little weird until I can actually... move. [It's going to hurt a little, it's going to cause an ache, but he won't let him hurt after, promise. He keeps at it, even when Iwaizumi's body resists, and when it finally relents and Oikawa can slide a full inch in, he groans this low, throaty sound. Tight tight tight, he's so tight, shhh shh relax, fuck..]

Figu--hph. [He cuts himself off as soon as Oikawa shifts and he feels like he's burning inside. The stretching that was done before definitely is aiding this a little, but it's still difficult to process the amount he's being stretched open now that Oikawa is slowly edging inside him.

He pulls him in more, hand flexes in his head as he tries to not yank and tug, and in the end he has to bite down hard onto Oikawa's shoulder to keep the pained noise he wants to make down in his throat.

Oikawa goes through this every time? Of course, he can't really wonder too much about that at the moment, more caught up in how steady the other is trying to be, even when his teeth are definitely marking up his skin and his hand is drifting down to claw at his back.

It's really uncomfortable, even when his body seems to accept it it's weird as hell. It's only then that he pulls his mouth back though, kissing the bruised skin apologetically. He presses his forehead there after, cringing at the feeling of sweaty skin on sweaty skin.]

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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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