( nuevo inugami )
[It's the middle of the night, and while it doesn't always happen tonight he's finding that he really needs to get up and start moving to the bathroom. Oikawa is right by him, and given the circumstances of this place it's better to move quickly so they don't get caught up in another spooky adventure with the ghost dog or something else.
The bathroom, in the end, comes as a relief. Rather than going to a stall, he steps close to the urinals instead, shifting his shirt to make things easier for Oikawa to open his trousers to help out. His left hand is moving to hold things in place.]
How does it feel to be able to walk around without pains now?
The bathroom, in the end, comes as a relief. Rather than going to a stall, he steps close to the urinals instead, shifting his shirt to make things easier for Oikawa to open his trousers to help out. His left hand is moving to hold things in place.]
How does it feel to be able to walk around without pains now?
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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.]
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Love you, love you so much, let me hear your voice again, Iwa-chan.
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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.]
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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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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.]
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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.]
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Fuhh...!!
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His head rolls away, legs slowly untangle until his feet press into the floor with his knees bent. Ow.]
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God I love you.
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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.]
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[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.
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We really could do with getting condoms for this, you know.
[Oikawa how do you not get more grossed out when he fucks you??]
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[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.]
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[He tiredly swats at Oikawa's hand when he squishes his cheek, giving him a halfassed glare for the gesture. When Oikawa actually goes to move though, he shifts to try and press him back down again.]
...In a few minutes.
[He... just doesn't want to try moving yet, even if he actually complained a little.]
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[Quirking an eyebrow, easily settling again with the press, Oikawa reaches to stroke his cheek instead now with a softer smile. Really, Iwaizumi doesn't have to worry about the backache, Oikawa plans to take good care of him for all that. Scooting in, leaning to kiss his nose, he just hums softly.]
Whenever you're ready.
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The rest is okay though, I guess. [Though he feels way more tired in this situation, probably the sensation overflow honestly.]
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Heeh. You know, if you like it more the other way, I liked it both ways. I wouldn't mind taking it if you didn't like it as much. [Iwaizumi is certainly more exhausted after taking it.]
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I didn't say that either. [He's just too stubborn to admit that this was pretty good too, it's just--] It's just more embarrassing this way. [Ah, there you have it.]
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[Stroking the shell of his ear since he didn't quite slip away, still giving such an easy smile, Oikawa lets his touch drift along Iwaizumi's jaw then, until he was smoothing his thumb across his lips.]
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[Rude tbh...]
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[He downright pouts, even as he scoots in closer to kiss his forehead and laugh a bit - he knows he doesn't mean it poorly, Oikawa knows Iwaizumi knows he's the type to take advantage of that power.
Just not during something like this, not something so full of love, damnit!!]
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Not exactly. [It's hard to explain that he just finds it really vulnerable to let loose enough though, that it'd probably take a particular situation for him to be able to do this--but it'll mean more each time he does.
It's just hard to explain with words, so instead he drags Oikawa in to kiss him, mouth melting against his in a way that will hopefully soothe his worries.]
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Love you, Hajime. [Oikawa continues peppering kisses to his mouth then, stroking his touch from his jaw down his neck and to his shoulders again.]
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Nothing compared to having your fingers regrown, anyway.
Still, it's a small price to pay for the way he felt in the middle of things, along with how happy Oikawa seems to be now.] Love you too.
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html is rude tbh
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