carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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.]

[His hips try to jump at the kisses on his ear and neck. His entire body tries to move with Oikawa's body, but he's pinned in place pretty well. Given how Oikawa acts it can be hard to remember he's just as strong. Normally he could still win out, but right now he feels like an oversensitive, overfucked noodle.

It's the words said to him that make him finally let go. The permission to end this, the promise that's threaded through those words. His eyes snap open but all he can see is white. The shout that rips from his throat fades off just as sharply, twisting into a low growl as Oikawa keeps moving and his body does this whole weird tightening chest sensation and he feels like he can't breathe. He's overwhelmed, simply put.

He can feel the rush of orgasm in his head, in his heart as it tightens, in his thighs as they clamp against Oikawa's hips, but even down to his toes where they curl at the pleasure ripping through him.]

[It's so hot, watching when he sees Iwaizumi climax. Watching the way his expression shifts, the way his body moves all at once in several different ways, the way he shouts but doesn't particularly say anything at all. Oikawa keeps rocking into him, thrusting quick and shallow now just to let that sensation last as long as he can make it last before the over sensitive feeling starts for him. It almost feels impossible to thrust through that tightness though, gasping and groaning low.]

[He isn't stopping... It's the only thing that registers for a moment as the oversensitivity takes over his body and he shakes every time Oikawa keeps thrusting into him. His eyes roll back and breathy little whispers escape his lips, utterly lost in the moment. He's still twitching, clenching around the other when he whispers out: Tooru. It's low and a little broken, and is 100% proof of how overwhelmed he feels right now.

Mostly because he can recognise how much effort Oikawa put into this to make it about him, and about how much he loves him in return for what he did the other day.]

[Shuddering, feeling that tight coil in his own body start to finally give with his eager pace, it's with that whisper he hears that Oikawa drags his fingers tightly against the floor when he thrusts in and stays there - it's all too good, too much good, he can't help himself when he comes inside. Kissing affectionately along his shoulder, still gasping for air to catch his breath, Oikawa doesn't do more than gently roll his hips with that mess being left inside.]

Fuhh...!!

[It feels so weird... so weird and gross. His body startles at the feeling of cum in his body, hands twitching as if to push away, but it's hard to move when Oikawa's gasping for air and kissing his shoulder. He's still rolling his hips too, and Iwaizumi knows that despite trying to get his body to stop every thrust is making him still twitch around him, body trying to clamp down.

His head rolls away, legs slowly untangle until his feet press into the floor with his knees bent. Ow.]

[Slowing all that movement until he stopped, Oikawa waits until Iwaizumi's legs shift like that before gently drawing back and out and he keeps pressing those kisses into place. Flopping on his side beside him instead of right over him, Oikawa just works on catching his breath, panting and tracing lazy patterns against Iwaizumi's chest.]

God I love you.

[As he draws out there's a low hiss that forms on his lips, and he flushes hot all over again at the feeling of emptiness that follows, save for Oikawa's cum inside him.

Gross...

He doesn't know how to shift to get comfortable, so decides fuck it anyway and shifts onto his side, cringing when... well. The pain that shoots up his spine is uncomfortable, that's for sure. There's also the fact that his thighs feel wet now and he doesn't want to think about that.]

Yeah, I love you too but ...I really want a shower. [His head flops forward against the other and he has to resist the urge to groan.]

You say that so unromantically.

[Oikawa can't help the little breathless giggle that lets out despite his minor complaint. Drawing his touch up and combing back that soft spikey hair, he looks at him with half open eyes and a still blissed expression on his face.]

Give me a second, my legs still feel like jelly. Then we'll go shower.

Edited (nm i forgot they were back in the storage room for this) 2015-09-18 17:50 (UTC)

It's hard to be romantic when... [Ah, but he trails off, hating how even his ears are red over this. But he sighs, and changes his wording.]

We really could do with getting condoms for this, you know.

[Oikawa how do you not get more grossed out when he fucks you??]

When they show up in one of our lockers, we can start using them.

[Oikawa does make a note that Iwaizumi doesn't really care for that sloppy feeling post-sex. Cracking a smile anyway, playfully squishing his cheek at the blush coloring his ears, he shifts and moves to start picking himself up.]

Edited (whoops same icon) 2015-09-19 06:52 (UTC)

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