carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[Even if it hurts, that bite feels so good at the same time - maybe Oikawa is more of a masochist than he really thought. Biting his own lip to shush the louder sounds he almost makes, opening his eyes to watch Iwaizumi almost outright squirm so he can judge if he should keep going slower or just press in the rest of the way, like ripping the bandaid, he tries to give him a reassuring smile through it all. Kissing his ear, whispering soft encouragements, Oikawa presses the rest of the way in to the hilt and shivers. Tight, so tight. His dick could get squeezed right off.

The bite mark on his shoulder, the scratches at his back, it was all still worth it.]

God, Iwa-chan...

[When they're not even halfway there he finds himself breathing harder, and even his right hand attempts to claw and cling onto Oikawa's back. His legs feel like they're shaking, though it's more from being stuck in the same position for a while. He tries to think of what Oikawa did, of what might feel natural, and ends up sliding his legs up against Oikawa's hips until they're hooked over the small of his back.

It helps Oikawa slide in the rest of the way anyway, even if the stretch feels like it's going to kill him on the spot.

It takes him a moment to realise he's squeezed his eyes shut, the four syllables helping him flutter his eyes open, dazed when everything seems to stop. This time he really does squirm, unnerved by the stare he's getting, eyes darting away. All of his skin feels flushed at this point, hotter now that he can feel how fulfilling this does feel despite how weird it is.]

It's tight, right? [He sounds like he's laughing, a hint of it punctuating his words, but really he's too shaky to find any of this amusing. He feels way too vulnerable, too open.

But that's okay with Oikawa. That's okay.]

[He's really gorgeous like this. Breathless and clutching to him and shivering and flushed and Oikawa could just keep looking at him. He really could just burn this image into his memory, but he ends up just giving him a grin and leans in to kiss him easily, shutting his eyes again to let Iwaizumi not feel so embarrassed about the staring. He doesn't need to burn it into his memory, he could see this again another time, whenever he and Hajime wanted.]

So tight. So good, you feel so good. [Working those kisses from his lips to his jaw and up to his ear, he murmurs even as he gives a gentle roll of his hips into him, just letting him feel that connection as more than a thigh weight inside.]

Can you feel it? My heartbeat. [It was hammering, loud enough in his own ears that he was sure Iwaizumi could hear it without needing to outright feel it like that.]

[He doesn't know what he looks like, but if it's anything like what Oikawa looks like when he's in this position he guesses it must be pretty nice to see. He's not a show off like the other though, and it's literally taking every effort to not drop his arm back over his eyes. Takes every effort to not lean up to bury his face against the other's neck.

He lets him see anything he wants to, it just means he can't keep direct eye contact.]

Yeah... [He says it softly, in agreement, before his body shudders at the feeling of Oikawa sliding inside him. He exhales sharply, bites down on his lip to hold back anything more than that exhale that almost slips through. The more he gets used to it, the less weird it feels. Less uncomfortable, anyway.

It takes a minute to work out what Oikawa's referring to, past the discomfort of his own body, there it is. That throbbing sensation and it's weird to feel that it must be something like that. His left hand slides shakily from Oikawa's hair, drops down until his hand can rest over his heartbeat.

It really is in tune, figures he'd notice something like that. Dumbass.

He averts his eyes then, licking his lips to try and get moisture there.] It's even more obvious when you're not even moving.

[Working his kisses from his ear back to his lips, pressing with his mouth to get Iwaizumi to quit biting his lip and gently laving his tongue over the abused skin, Oikawa cracks his eyes open to gaze at him again, just so he can whisper when he slows his hips once more.]

Do you want me to hold still a little longer? You know you don't have to hold back anything too, okay?

[Shifting his weight more onto his right arm to lift his own left and press it over Iwaizumi's, pressing that hand over his heart so he can feel it in both places, his lips curved up in a smile as he watches that gaze flick away once more.]

[His lips part easily for him, letting out a shaky breath as Oikawa's tongue soothes the skin. It wasn't a deep enough bite to cause damage, just enough to redden the skin a bit.]

No, you can... you can move already.

[But not holding anything back seems like it might be more of a challenge to stop himself from doing than Oikawa makes it sound. He isn't sure.

His fingers twitch against his skin when Oikawa covers his hand too, and this time it's him licking his lips, squirming slightly because this is a little too romantic--even if this whole thing was about making love rather than fucking it's just...

He frowns back up at him, struggling to stay in one place. He digs his nails into skin, right over Oikawa's heart.] I'm not going to break, come on. [Yet, as he says it his voice is softer, lower.]

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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