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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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[Fuck the ghost dog, not literally, but it can go get lost so far far away from them.

Easily following Iwaizumi when he hardly mentioned needing the bathroom, Oikawa sidled up against his back with his hands coming around, he smiles over Iwaizumi's shoulder as he pops the button and carefully works the zipper down.]

It's really nice, I don't think I remembered how good it feels not to have to wear the brace!

[With his pants undone, Oikawa shifts back just enough to let them drop to his ankles, before he's giving his stomach a playful rub and - after a brief glance to be sure they were alone - he lightly tugs at his underwear next, dipping his hand down to draw him out as if he's going to hold him while he goes too.]

How does your hand feel? Sorry I had to take up one of your healing appointments, Iwa-chan.

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[It's all pretty normal to start really. The same procedure they always do when it comes to this situation. He breathes out as his pants slip down, left hand moving so he can start to relieve himself but then Oikawa's hands come back and he tenses up, slapping his hand away.]

It doesn't hurt now, so it's fine. Just be careful for a while anyway.

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[Grinning cheekily when his eyes come up to meet Iwaizumi's in the mirror ahead of them, he playfully winks while turning his head to smooch his neck softly, hardly letting the swatting make him let go. Nope, he's holding him secure and steady.]

I will, promise!

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[He snaps his eyes away, a little uncomfortable because sorry Oikawa this isn't what he wanted but... he needs to go.]

Oi. [He ends up biting down on his lip, frowning back at him in the mirror.] I can do this much on my own, you know.

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I know. Let me.

[Curling his other arm around his hips to keep him solidly in place, pinned against his chest, Oikawa doesn't budge or relent even when his head tips down and he shuts his eyes. That's the most privacy he's getting.]

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It's weird.

[The protest this time is quieter, and it's only when he can't hold it in anymore that he does relax enough to relieve himself. He doesn't get it, why Oikawa is insisting this time. He doesn't know where to put his hand, doesn't know where to look even if Oikawa isn't. The only relief is that he isn't missing the urinal.

When he's finished he clears his throat, left hand moving to rub Oikawa's wrist.]

I'm done.

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[It was a little weird, it was strange to be hearing the sounds when he himself didn't have to go, but still feel a thick warm weight in his hand... it was nice in a sense that even if he pushes, Iwaizumi will still give him his way. It's so bad, isn't it, that he has that much control in the end. Opening his eyes slightly, just enough to shift his gaze from mirror downward, he kisses the side of his neck softly again before giving a soft squeeze.]

Good. [He doesn't want to let go right now, he's really enjoying this close contact. Iwaizumi might smell like body odor to most people - they both probably smell, it's about time to do showers again soon - Oikawa really finds that he likes how he smells whether it borders gross or not. Rubbing his nose in against his skin and giving him an almost playful stroke, like he's shaking any lingering drips away, Oikawa keeps touching him with smooth fingertips and pressing against his back, gladly using his two inches of extra height to almost feel like he was draping over him.]

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[It really is bad that when push comes to shove he'd crumble and let Oikawa do as he pleases, the only time when that isn't the case is if he'll get too injured in the process. This, right now though, is something he can trust the other with, even if it's uncomfortable. There's no immediate reaction, not until he realises that Oikawa is trapping him in, and his hand isn't letting go.

It's cramped, his palms feel sweaty, and he knows his bandages must be getting really gross again now.]

Oikawa?

[His voice is definitely strained.]

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Hajime.

[Kissing again, speaking softly even as he smooths his hand again, the fact that even if it wasn't meant to be an intimate gesture reflected as being just that with the trust Iwaizumi gave him in letting him hold him through that. Oikawa is still reminded that Iwaizumi is his and he loves him as much as Oikawa does. So with another lingering smooch up to his ear, he puts his attention on him with his eyes on the mirror, a little mischievous curve to his lips before his palm and fingers curl around to really give him some easy strokes.]

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[The kiss to his ear is almost like the first warning bell. His head tilts to the side, trying to escape, and he instinctively takes a half step forward to try and avoid his hold. They're hardly hidden like this, with Oikawa's hand on his dick.

He looks towards the smile on his face, stomach twisting in return as his toes curl into the floor, into his shoes.]

What are you... [He doesn't finish though, trailing off when Oikawa gives that mischievous smile in return.




Fuck.]

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[There's a thrill about not being hidden at all, and Oikawa wants to take advantage of it. Peppering a kiss to his lips when he looked at him, he just keeps up the simple action with his hand, pressing up against his back and butt with a soft hum.]

I really have been feeling a lot better, with my knee healed. Like I've got too much energy.

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[He swallows, hand now moving back to grip at Oikawa's shirt. His right hand reaches for the wall in front of himself, refusing to look back at him.]

And that's why you're doing this?

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Maybe. Do you hate it?

[His voice is softer, lips against his ear when he asks that, but all it does is make his hand curl more firmly and stroke a little faster, keeping his other arm tightly wound around his hips as his own bump softly against Iwai's.]

I can stop. [I don't want to though.]

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I-I [His voice cracks, eyes shutting with a deep breath as Oikawa holds him more firmly, strokes more and makes his toes curl in his shoes. His eyes are still dipped to avoid the mirror now.] didn't say that.

[He sounds miffed, as though he's being accused of not wanting Oikawa's hands on him. They're setter's hands, special. He should be spending time here and there.]

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[God it's hot, hearing his voice crack in the way Oikawa has come to know as Iwaizumi getting turned on. His hand picks up the pace again to this easy, smooth one and he's smiling even as he's watching his eyes intently through the mirror. Softly rutting up against his ass, then drawing the arm that had been pinning him up and smoothing up his skin under his shirt, Oikawa lightly mapped out every muscle along the way.

Iwaizumi has such a gorgeous body, even if they've been trapped here and neither of them have been eating right. Every ab stood out still, every bit of muscle being traced with smooth fingertips, until he was stroking his thumb between his pecs. Oikawa let his hand fan out over to the right, almost playfully squeezing one breast before moving to the left and pressing his fingers over a nipple.]

So you don't want me to, you're okay with me wanting to do this here?

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[He tilts his head away, glancing back towards the door as he tries to not arch backwards or forwards. He fails, in the end being torn between the two until his rolling his hips between both. His teeth grit tight, grinding back slowly to match Oikawa's pace.]

If you even think of stopping now I@ll kick your ass. [It's the wrong hour for this kind of thing, where his mind and body feel separated. He licks his lips, finally lets his head roll back to Oikawa's shoulder and groans in the back of his throat.] But if anyone catches us, I'm pinning all this on you.

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[Humming happily at that answer and chuckling in his ear as his thumb brushes over the tip, Oikawa smiles broadly even as he keeps stroking Iwaizumi's cock and pinching his nipple now, the movement between his hand and crotch is more than enough to make Oikawa downright eager to make more of those sounds come out. To feel more of what Iwaizumi gladly gives him.]

I'll take all the blame, I'm such a needy vixen, seducing you with my good looks and talented hands~

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Is that what you're going to call it? [His eyes flutter when Oikawa pinches him, chest rising and falling faster with each breath. His hips stutter a little, hand slowly reaching back to tangle in the other's hair and tugs gently.]

You're a tease. [He'd just needed to pee, Oikawa, he didn't ask for any of this perverted mess.]

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I'm too horny for my own good.

[Laughing softly when he pinches again and tugs, his hand drifts across to pinch the other now even as his hand keeps up those even strokes, but that hand tangling into his hair makes Oikawa purr warmly against his ear, nipping along the edge before kissing, exhaling some warmer puffs against his temple then.]

Or maybe you're too attractive for your own good. Have I told you lately how much I like just looking at you?

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You're right, you're impossible to deal with. [Which is precisely why his head tries to tilt away from the nips and kisses on his ear, feeling the skin tingle hotly.

He finally lets himself lean back properly though, letting some of his weight rest against the other. After a sharp tug the hand in Oikawa's hair drops to reach back for his hip, and while he definitely can't promise the same as what he's done to Oikawa, he does rub himself back against the other to give him some relief now.]

You don't need to anyway. [Please don't say weird stuff like that, Oikawa...]

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I love the way you get this look of concentration on your face whenever you're doing something seriously.

[Ah, too late, he's going to start showering him with compliments while continuing to jerk him off and rut up against his ass with a softer groan - the words just keep coming, even as his lips graze down his neck now to pepper along his shoulder. Oikawa's eyes remain up though, watching him in the mirror, because he means every last word.]

I love when you shift to accommodate me whenever I want to lean on you, that your back feels open for me, your strong shoulders and strong arms. [Drawing his hand down from under his shirt just so he can roam his touch along those arms, up one and lightly feeling up the bicep, he smiles with his lips behind his ear.]

Strong hips that buck so gently whenever I touch you, like you're shy about rocking into my hand.

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What look of concentration? [It's getting hard to think though, when his head rolls and Oikawa's mouth feels like it's everywhere. Everywhere he wants him, too. Well, almost.] And I don't get why you'd think it wouldn't be, idiot.

[There's too much in what he's saying though, too many compliments that make him feel sweaty-palmed and hot. Too many compliments that make him flustered and flushed, hoping that Oikawa stops before he burns up.

He turns his head away, glaring softly at the wall he feels trapped by.] I don't know what else you expect.

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Sometimes - [Oikawa cuts himself off for a moment, hips eagerly grinding against Iwaizumi in that time to groan husky and low into his ear, it's hard to pull his thoughts together. Giving his cock a squeeze and picking up the pace, jerking him off a little more hurriedly like he's afraid his words will ruin this moment, Oikawa continues speaking after catching his breath.]

I think you are too good for me.

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[He almost gets too distracted when Oikawa strokes him faster. He's never as vocal as the other when it comes to this, but even he can't hold back the groan in his throat as the pace picks up, hips jumping at the friction he can feel on his cock.

It doesn't distract him from that though, and he can't stop the glare he sends him in the mirror this time.]

Want to try saying that again? [He'll smack you, Oikawa. For sure.]

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[Oikawa was actually shy to meet that glare in the mirror, eyes away and looking down to admire the nice dick in his hand that he kept fondling, but a little smile curled his lips up even as he rubbed his nose into place and reached his free hand back to start fussing with his own pants. He's not about to go and make a mess in his boxers, so Iwaizumi's nice firm ass will have to take the brunt of being rocked against with bare skin.]

I love you, Iwa-chan. [He doesn't say it again, because he knows he heard him the first time.]