( nuevo inugami )

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[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?

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[Supporting him when he feels his knees buckle for that moment, Oikawa lets him down from his toes for a second so he can reach with his free hand to grab at the soap again - it's just a momentary break though, because with his hand dipping down to scrub some suds between Iwaizumi's thighs, kissing that new bite mark, he's mouthing a sloppy path to his neck and up to his ear so he can croon breathlessly.]

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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[His feet ache when they flatten on the shower floor, a soft sigh of relief escaping, but also to have a break for a minute as his thighs are just as sore. Oikawa isn't the only one who can feel the friction and he gets the feeling that walking will be sore for a while.

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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I'm almost there, I'm sorry.

[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 might be, but he really isn't. Oikawa had already been half hard before this started and Iwaizumi had taken a bit of time. He gives up in the end, hand flying forward to join his right against the wall as he has to concentrate on bracing himself properly.

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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[Oikawa had been really honest when he said he was almost there, because it's hardly a few minutes after starting again that his hips jerk out of rhythm and this little whine takes up in his breaths again as he moves frantically - and then he's biting into Iwaizumi's shoulder again and muffling the sweet, keening moan he lets out as he comes sharply between his thighs. Only giving a last couple of thrusts to let the firm muscles stroke him out, then drawing back to just support Iwaizumi's hips and let his feet down, Oikawa kisses the dark bruise he made with that last bite.]

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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[It's weird how even the heat of Oikawa's cum feels cool compared to the inside of his thighs as he keeps thrusting between them. His eyes squeeze shut as Oikawa rocks it out but even before Oikawa moves to let him down his legs go tumbling down towards the floor in a shaky mess. His shoulder stings with pleasure from where Oikawa bit down and he ends up panting there, barely able to move because he feels like jelly.

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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[Oikawa caught him before he could fully fall, and for a moment he just watches him, afraid for a moment he passed out. Kissing his cheek, reaching to gently push and turn him over and kiss his forehead, Oikawa shifted to settle on the floor before him and kiss down his chest.]

You okay?

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[His eyes flutter enough from the gentle actions to show that no, he hasn't passed out. He doesn't move though, not really able to.]

My legs feel like jelly, idiot. What do you expect? [It comes out as a soft, yet tired mumble.]

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Sorry.

[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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Mmm. [He just lets out that soft mumble in return, his body aches but his dick is still throbbing and he can't work out (yet) which is the most painful. His thighs feel a little better for the kneading, hoping that the muscles do actually relax after that.]

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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[Catching his hand before he can flick him in the head, sitting up enough to kiss at his fingertips, Oikawa smiles at him then with this little apologetic look still before his kisses move back to his chest, reaching to shift Iwaizumi so he was sitting more comfortably with his legs stretched out - then he dips down to kiss lower, continuing to knead his thighs.

He can't just leave him hard after putting up with all that.]

Okaaay.

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[As he's shifted into a definitely more comfortable position he lets his head roll a little, watching Oikawa quietly to see what he plans to do now. Really what just happened was borderline selfish, but it's nice to see that he's at least trying to make up for it now.

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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Let me take care of you.

[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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[Even if he doesn't hold him down though his legs don't have the strength left in them to leverage up to thrust into his mouth. In fact, he does the opposite. His hand threads into his hair tightly, lips parting as he breathes slowly. There's a soft grunt as Oikawa's mouth surrounds him, heat encasing his cock. It makes his head roll to rest against his shoulder.]

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[Stroking his thighs still, sinking his mouth around him slowly before sucking, hollowing his cheeks to sink as far as he can, Oikawa took a few moments to let his throat accommodate him before he starts bobbing his head, humming low under his breath. He could barely breathe between the thickness in his throat and the steam of the shower but it was still worth it to taste him.]