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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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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.]

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Hey-- [That doesn't answer the uneasy feeling he gets in the pit of his stomach, the anger that boils up because this is the annoying thing. For how much Oikawa can and does boast he still has too many insecurities underneath and that fact that he can say something like that then brush him off...


It pisses him off.

His head twists to tilt back, mouth opening a bit until teeth are clamping down on Oikawa's bottom lip and tugging hard.]

Don't think it.

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[Squeaking lightly at that bite and hard tug, actually taking a step and pressing Iwaizumi up against the wall almost in the attempt to aleve the bite, Oikawa smiles so much warmer for the gesture even if his lip swells and turns red. Letting go almost abruptly, turning Iwaizumi to face him and pin his back up against the wall properly now, Oikawa kisses him hard so he can press in close and stroke their dicks together.]

I really do love you. [You are too good for me but I don't want to let go so I guess you're stuck with me forever.]

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[It's too fast, the motion when his pants are locked around his ankles almost makes him go flying, left hand reaching for his best friend's shoulder as he's shoved back and pinned. He opens his mouth to complain, groaning instead when he's pressed into and he's kissed and their dicks are touched together.

It's almost dizzying.]

Tooru-- [He wants to tell him to stop being stupid, that he can't keep saying that stuff in the hope he'll forget the rest because he won't, but his fingers are fumbling against Oikawa's shirt to push the material up, palm flat against his abs.]

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Love you, love you with me..

[Oikawa doesn't let up even for a moment with kissing Iwaizumi senseless, bending slightly to arch into his touch while thrusting up against him. He wants too much from this guy who should be out of his league, but he can't stand to let go and he loves him - does that make up for being a shitty person for him?]

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[He opens his mouth to try and speak but Oikawa is blocking him anyway, covering his mouth until he feels like he's suffocating, unable to keep up with breathing through his nose. He feels dizzy in the odd seconds he has a chance for air.

Thankfully he's not a mindreader or he would have kneed him in the dick for thinking any of this, instead he just takes the brunt of Oikawa's possessiveness and neediness. His hand grips tight at Oikawa's bicep, nails digging in and he makes smaller, softer noises in the back of his throat.]

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[Lapping at his lips in the moments between kissing him, panting heavily from the eager stroking and just being out of breath through kissing for once, Oikawa slows his reckless pace to just breathe in Iwaizumi's air for a few minutes, shivering where he stood from a pure hormone high. The things Iwaizumi does to him without even trying, just by being there.]

Later, when we're alone in the room. Can we try things again? [That's where the lube is, is what he's implying; as much as he can handle and kiss and suck him off here, they can't fuck without the lube. Yep, he's asking, even after all his insecurities tried to slip out.]

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[When Oikawa finally gives him a chance to breathe he has to lean against the wall for support, panting for air while his mouth feels abused and swollen, flushed and red from the constant kissing. His eyes flutter between open and shut, fingers trying to smooth down Oikawa's shirt.]

Y-yeah. [As if he'd refuse him a request like that.] I don't think you really need to ask anymore, y'know.

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[Just looking like that, Oikawa feels breathless looking him over. Lifting his clean hand to stroke his bangs out of his face and smile warmly, bumping their noses together to ghost another breath over his lips, Oikawa shuts his eyes and feels those earlier insecurities sink down again. They wouldn't be bothering him for a while, not with being told he doesn't need to ask. His kisses pepper down his neck now, fondling his cock and balls and bumping his own against him - and then Oikawa starts sinking to his knees, kissing down his chest.]

I want to make sure you don't want to tell me no. [Roaming both hands up Iwaizumi's thighs when he finally settles, uncaring about his own cock hanging out of his underwear, he's far more attentive and eager to press loving hickeys into his skin on his thighs.]

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Why would I? [He's genuinely confused by it, if only because it can be easy to forget that Oikawa's insecurities don't only lie in volleyball sometimes. It's weird to think that they'd be over him though, because Oikawa is popular, girls love and adore him, he even has fans from other schools. He's attractive, charismatic even when he's a pain.

It doesn't make any sense.

He sinks into the feeling of hands on his thighs though, feeling them shake slightly before others even get there as he tries to think of where to put his hands, if he should be telling him to come back up so they can go back to kissing or something else.]

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[He wants no one but Iwaizumi, is why the insecurities flare up from time to time. That it's too good to be true, that he wants him back in the same way. That they would always be in sync 100%. Smiling warmly up at him with his lips pressing wet kisses over his cock, Oikawa didn't even care if his knees were settling into something wet - it's probably just water anyway.]

Because I never want to hurt you by being needy.

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[He licks his lips as he tilts his head down, looking down at Oikawa.] Is it easier now? Getting on your knees like that?

[He always looks good there, which is why he drops his left hand, sliding his fingers into Oikawa's hair and tugging him up, closer to his body.]

Besides, I'm more likely to be tired than hurt.

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It is easier, nothing hurts.

[Sliding his hands up his thighs again to knead his thumbs just below his hips, Oikawa lets him tug him in closer, mouthing just below his naval now as he rubs his nose against his skin.]

It could hurt if you're too tired and I won't give in. That's what I mean, Iwa-chan, you'll let me have my way almost every time.

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Good.

[He shifts his weight against the wall, threading his fingers gently now. His teeth drag over his lower lip, eyes fluttering as he feels the touch of skin to his own. His voice quietens after though, becoming softer.]

That's not always a bad thing.