carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[Deal with it, Iwa-chan; he can be totally romantic. Kissing softly, then shutting his eyes for a moment to just breathe in his scent and just take in everything they're doing and how much his body burns to move, Oikawa nods gently then with that little dig into his skin. Pressing both arms down above Iwaizumi's shoulders then to keep his balance, he shifted his hips back to draw out, before pressing in again and starting with a slow, easy pace. Just enough to feel that friction, but it is more than enough to get a soft groan out of him again.]

[While Oikawa takes everything in, he tries to shift himself to finally settle on the floor. His arms move to rest on the floor, elbows bending so his hands can press against Oikawa's ribs, rub up and down over the skin in slow motions.

That halts just as suddenly as it started when Oikawa starts moving properly this time though and his hands instead shift up, shakily smoothing over his skin as he puffs out his breath. His mouth opens slightly to make it easier to breathe, and his thumbs finally reach out enough to rub over Oikawa's nipples, trying to offer him a little more while he's still aware of how everything feels and what is happening. He still has enough control to do this.]

[It's nice, it's so good just feeling his hands on his skin, but with that tight heat squeezing him it's hard to fully breathe really. Arching his body down into that touch, especially when his thumbs work over his nipples, Oikawa groans lower and feels himself almost swelling for all of Iwaizumi's efforts to give him more when he's the one taking it this time. Burying his face into the crook of his neck and smiling, panting warmly, he rocks his hips faster.]

[It feels nice to actually be aware enough (finally, it feels like, after all the rush of fingers teasing his prostrate, of feeling himself be opened up far more than he ever imagined possible) to tease Oikawa as well now. It takes a few minutes before Oikawa's leaning into him though and moves faster for his hands to stutter. They push up into his hair soon after, a choked noise falling from his mouth before he's even aware he's doing it.

His head tips back slowly, eyes close tight.] Fuck. [It comes out softer than he thought possible, cracking in the middle.]

So good, it's so good, isn't it, Iwa-chan?

[Breathing his words out, groaning lower because he can feel his hands moving and roaming and that cuss is the hottest thing - Oikawa keeps picking up the pace, even when he shifts his weight to his knees so that his hands can roam down Iwaizumi's sides to grip at his hips. Stroking down, lifting his thighs a bit higher so he can open him up more, so he can thrust into him deeper, he ends up whispering out a curse too - it could be too much if he were more wound up.]

S-Shut up. [It comes out as a hiss, tight and wound up as Oikawa shifts himself and pulls him a bit higher. His spine arches, his insides throb, his dick throbs and he feels as though he can't actually hold on tight enough as his head spins.

When he opens his eyes this time there's no doubt that his eyes are almost black from being so hazed over, that there's a certain glassiness to them that shows he can't quite focus because it feels as though the world has been flipped upside down.

His right hand drops to the floor, presses there in an attempt to steady himself. His left clings to the back of Oikawa's neck, holds tight for dear life.]

[Keeping up that faster pace and sucking a red welt into Iwaizumi's neck again, gasping and panting around the skin, it's with some gentle tips of his spikers hips that he might realize Oikawa is seeking out his prostate. Searching for the right angle to hit him with, until he finally does nail it, that expression he can see on Iwaizumi's face really is something Oikawa wants to memorize - it's hot, he's hot, he's too hot and tight and it's so hard to keep himself from overdoing it. He doesn't want to hurt him still, but he can't hold back much longer.]

Hajime~ [Purring his name against his ear, finally finding his prostate with a particularly deep thrust, Oikawa rolls his hips into that sensitive bundle of nerves.]

[He lets out softer little huffs with every thrust into his body, eyes fluttering at the sensation of friction but more so on the things Oikawa mentioned before. That connection. The way he can feel Oikawa just controlling it all and holding them together. He needs it right now, mind too blank to think let alone lead. It's weird that letting himself slip this much has that kind of effect, but it feels like his body is being heated from the inside out.

It's when Oikawa tilts his hips just so that he catches on to what's happening. It's too late to prepare himself mentally, and he slips up, cries out before he he clamp his mouth shut. Shit.

He tries to give himself a moment to breathe, to find a way to compose himself again but it's useless. It's so useless when Oikawa's purring his name into his ear and then thrusting deep while pushing against his prostate and keeps going at it. He chokes on air, chokes out Tooru and this time when he claws at Oikawa's back there are red welts left in his wake.

It's almost too much.]

[That's what he has been aiming for, that sound he got out of him was worth everything. Smiling broadly and kissing his temple, whispering sweet loving nothings into his ear now with his name again and again, Oikawa snapped his hips more eagerly into him. He doesn't even register what should be pain with those scratches, Oikawa really won't even feel them until way later, far after they're both spent. Pounding into him and pinning his hips down so all he can do is take it, he grunts with every deep thrust, a lower throaty sound coming with his words.]

Love you, love you so much, let me hear your voice again, Iwa-chan.

[He can't last much longer. That thought is the only thing he can really think of as pleasure takes over and even the pain from being thrust into so hard, quickly and deeply, isn't registering past this. His head tilted to the side, allowing Oikawa's mouth to settle against his ear even if it's too sensitive to listen and feel breath there at this point.

He shakes. Limbs shuddering with the movements and the fact that Oikawa pins him in place. He can't concentrate well enough to use his left hand to stroke himself, not when he needs it to cling onto the other. His right hand is just useless, pressing to the floor with the wish that it could cling onto him too.

Still, he probably doesn't need much more.

His dick has been leaking precum between them for a while, hard as ever. In fact, he's pretty sure he doesn't even need to stroke himself to get off now that Oikawa's found a rhythm. He opens his mouth to try and speak but all that come out at first is broken gasps, mixes of curse words as he tries to hold on long enough.] I can't-- [It feels weird to feel as though he needs to sob, just from how much of a sensation overload this is. How much he needs to beg. He doesn't, but the urge is there under the surface.] T-Tooru I can't last... [He doesn't say it loudly, a whisper amongst all the grunts and pants that are filling the room.]

[Really, Iwaizumi won't need to jerk off to finish - not with the pace and heavy thrusts Oikawa was giving him. Tipping his head to kiss his ear, mouthing down the side of his neck and turning his eyes up to look at him through his eyelashes even as that pace kept up, Oikawa just smiled against his skin. He wanted to overload him with this. He may not be ready to finish himself yet, but he wanted to work Iwaizumi through it with the act alone, without needing to wrap his fingers around him because it's just so much more intense to come from this, it really is.]

Then let go. Come for me, let me feel it. [Let me feel how tight you get until I can't take it anymore either.]

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