carmona | ( nuevo inugami )

[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)

If. If they show up.

[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.]

If, I guess.

[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.

[The rest comes out as a mumble though, and while Oikawa's being all touchy feely, he lets his eyes shut a bit.]

The rest is okay though, I guess. [Though he feels way more tired in this situation, probably the sensation overflow honestly.]

[Tracing his cheekbones up to his ears with gentle fingertips, smiling sweeter for all those mumbles, Oikawa kisses his nose again while breathing in deeply to relax.]

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.]

[His head twitches away a little as Oikawa's fingers slide over his ear, but it's not really a proper attempt to get away.]

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.]

Hehehe. It is a bit more embarrassing, huh?

[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.]

Yeah. I don't hate it, it's just... weird. [He gives him a light smile in return, then follows up with:] I just don't know if I like giving you that much power.

[Rude tbh...]

What, really, that's what bothers you about it?!

[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!!]

[Ah... this time he does actually grin up at him though, hand shifting to curl into Oikawa's hair, brushing back the dumb flicks that are sticking up.]

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.]

[Letting his eyes shut when he hums against Iwaizumi's mouth into that kiss, Oikawa's complaints and concerns quiet down instantly as he returns the kiss wholeheartedly. What would he do without this guy, really? He loves him far too much.]

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.]

[He shifts slowly until he can half flop across Oikawa instead. His head tilts to let Oikawa touch where he pleases now, using the movement to slowly stretch out his limbs. He cringes at the spark of pain in his lower back, but it's not too bad.

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.

[Oikawa's fingers keep stroking along his neck and shoulders, but his other hand comes around to rub at his lower back too when he hears the small hiss that accompanies that pain. He did that, he put that ache there, he's pretty pleased he put that ache there because it was a moment shared between them that no one else will ever be able to take. It's just those simple words that have him smiling broadly all over again, continuing the soft little kisses and licks at his mouth.]

Hey... [He can feel that, from how Oikawa's hands shift to the spot where it aches. He leans up a bit, shifting on top of him even if they're both pretty gross now, to kiss him deeply. It's when he pulls away that he actually speaks.]

Don't look so smug.

[Thankfully, he says that with a faint smile, hand shifting to glide over Oikawa's neck, across his collarbone until he can push himself up on his chest. He grimaces again as his back bends, legs having to shift to accommodate the movement. It means he's sitting up (finally) though he's also straddling Oikawa to keep close but also to limit how many quick movements he's making.]

Or next time I'll have to make you into a mess on the floor instead.

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