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( 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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Only for you, I really only like being naughty with you, Iwa-chan.
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Good... [He's no where near as possessive, but:] I want you all to myself.
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Press your legs together. [He wants his ass, he really does, but he doesn't want to hurt him and they left the lube near the sleeping mats. Soap and firm, muscular skin will do just fine though.]
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Dear fucking god does he get it.] ...F-fuck.
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Touch yourself if this isn't doing it for you. [He'll watch over his shoulder, he'll watch while rutting against him and there's almost nothing clean about this shower; this is absolutely the reason they've never showered together before - Oikawa can't keep his hands to himself and Iwaizumi is too indulgent for him.]
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He shifts his weight until his right arm, hand to elbow, rests against the wall and his left reaches down to stroke himself. His hand moves tight and quickly, groans slipping out everytime he teases the head of his cock.
His thighs squeeze even tighter the closer he gets to orgasm, body slowly winding up.]
Tooru-- Tooru, Tooru... [He breathes out his name softly.]
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Watching him touch himself is addicting, feeling the tightness of his thighs is also addicting, somehow fucking Iwaizumi's thighs feels so much more intense than burying into his ass.]
H-Hajime..
html is rude tbh
His thighs ache so much and he's not close enough yet, doesn't really know how close Oikawa is either since he can't properly see him like this.]
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You're too hot, I love you, I love every fucking inch of you.
[Once he's satisfied with the soapy mess he's trying to make to deal with that burn he had been starting to feel of skin on skin, Oikawa drops the soap without a care and strokes the reddened skin, before bringing his hand up to smooth it against Iwaizumi's as if to give him what's left of the suds for himself. Jerking off dry isn't good, the soap is better than nothing at this point - and then he is gripping his hip to pull Iwaizumi up again to slide his cock against the curve of his ass before Oikawa reaches down to press it between his thighs again.]
G-hhhhajime...!
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Though Oikawa's voice in his ear is just more than enough to have him trying to hip his head away, breathing unsteadily. There's soap suds everywhere once he's done. His thighs, even his dick ends up with some of the moisture from Oikawa as well.
This position is awkward to work with, leaving Iwaizumi having to rely on Oikawa to hold him steady becaue he can only place one hand on the wall. He exhales, inhales, and:] I-I... [It's so hot in here, steam feels like it's everywhere, but. He wants to tell him that his thighs ache, that this a hard position to keep even when he's being held steady.]
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[There's something in him that knows Iwaizumi is sore and aching and the apology falls out of his mouth before he can try to think of a different, more comfortable way for them both to get off. Rocking his hips against him, thrusting between his thighs again and groaning low at how good it feels, Oikawa buries his face against Iwaizumi's neck and peppers kisses between his light bites.]
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Oikawa's groans and kisses and bites help keep the need off a little, but soon enough he's going to have to slump somewhere to finish after. His forehead presses against his arm and he wheezes on the steam, on the amount of strain his muscles are being put through while his back aches. Any lesser of a person would have collapsed already, or would have told their partner to fuck off, quite honestly.]
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Fuck. [Give him two seconds, just breathing in through the steam, before he starts to move to let Iwaizumi down to the floor and follow after him - his legs were quivering by the time Oikawa finished, he felt like an asshole keeping him up for so long.]
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He can't even turn himself from the position he ends up in, cheek pressed against tile as his eyes shut. He doesn't fall asleep or anything like that, but he's breathing is slowing and becoming more normal.]
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You okay?
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My legs feel like jelly, idiot. What do you expect? [It comes out as a soft, yet tired mumble.]
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[The word comes out a bit softer, hands gentle still when he strokes his thighs and kneads them, not aiming to tease him this time - he wants to relax them after being tensed or so long.]
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You don't have to, just don't ask dumb questions about it.
[He tiredly reaches up to flick him on the forehead.]
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He can't just leave him hard after putting up with all that.]
Okaaay.
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His thighs definitely feel like jelly, trembling as they are, but even his stomach feels like it's flip flopping as Oikawa's kisses lower slowly.]
Tooru?
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[After getting him all started again and everything, it's the least he could do. Shifting lower until he was rinsing some of those suds away and kissing his cock, Oikawa gave him several affectionate licks and laps before curling his arm around his waist and closing his mouth around the tip - he isn't going to hold him down, that's for sure.]
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