( 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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Haa, we really ha--ve Shigeru-san to thank for a lot of things.

[His voice lilted with that thrust and Oikawa groaned after finishing his sentence, tipping his chin up to give Iwaizumi more of his neck - he wanted those marks, he loved the feeling of his mouth on his skin almost as much as he loved his hands. Shivering and shifting his legs as open as he could, rolling his hips up then into that thrust, he pants softly.]

Mhh~!

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[What a slut...

He's not as into marking someone up or being marked as Oikawa might be, but in this kind of instance where he's keeping his wandering hands at bay it seems like a good idea. He watches as his hips move with his finger, and as soon as that starts happening he slides in a second. It's hard to keep hovering over him with his right hand being a support though, so he sits back after a while, watching as his fingers disappear inside the other.]

Doesn't take much, does it? [It's a mumble about how quickly he's getting into it, honestly.]

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[It's starting to get easier to make his body relax quickly, and even if he groans with that second finger, Oikawa is already bouncing his hips forward to take it and ride out every thrust with his fingers. Licking his lips and bringing his head down once Iwaizumi sat back, he opened his eyes a smidge to just watch his hand work and laugh a little about his words.]

You don't know how much control you really have over me, do you, Iwa-chan?

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[He looks up, watching his face quietly for a moment as he eagerly moves against him. He bites his lip, listening when he speaks again and to the way he laughs about it. He looks away then, leaning to give himself some leverage to rock his fingers into him.]

How could I when you're constantly badgering me? [In the end he just gives into Oikawa's whims, after all, it's hard to believe he has much control here even if he'd like to think it.]

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[Shifting his hands where they were tied, twisting his wrists a bit as the additional leverage is starting to bring Iwaizumi's fingers closer and closer to his prostate, Oikawa squirms a bit in place, panting harder and finding it more and more difficult to think straight. He loves carrying a conversation with him like this, it becomes a challenge when he starts losing it and he is so very close at this point. Iwaizumi is so close to where Oikawa wants him.]

Nhhh~ you really are, you could be saying no, you could turn me away at any point~

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[It's only then that he actually curves his fingers, licking his lips as he tries to wet them, feeling his mouth dry at the image of Oikawa struggling with himself. It feels like they've had this conversation multiple times.]

As if I could do that.

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[Openly gasping at that curve of his fingers, sucking his lower lip in to bite down hard and whine, Oikawa jerks his hips down to make Iwaizumi's fingers dig in place while his eyes flutter and struggle to stay open.]

Fuuck...

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[The view takes his breath away and it honestly takes every effort on his part to not orgasm on the spot. Oikawa already has enough of an ego from his lack of control, but he's grateful that his best friend has roped him into this enough now that he's doing okay at keeping sane.]

Good?

[He slides his finger back out, sliding in another this time as he aims for the same spot, rushing the process a little now out of impatience.]

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So good, so so good, Hajime~

[That first syllable of his name comes out with a heavy breath, and Oikawa could only squirm in place for more. More of anything Iwaizumi would give him, whether it was the full course or table scraps, Oikawa wanted it. Linking his fingers together and bending his arms to bow his back so he could press his hips down hard, almost trapping Iwaizumi's hand in place with his fingers in that perfect curve, Oikawa moaned low with how that simple presence inside him has his cock standing straighter than before.]

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[His teeth grind as his hand is stuck in place for a moment, trembling at the way Oikawa twitches around him and how he moans his name. His own pants feel too tight, enough that he risks using his right hand to pull them down a bit. He exhales sharply as cloth brushes against him, relieves when he's finished freeing himself. It's a struggle, but with Oikawa pinning his hand in place it doesn't matter anymore.]

You're such a slut like this. [He laughs it out breathlessly, eyes captivated by the curve of his spine, how erect his dick is.]

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I'm only... a slut.. for you, Ha-ji-me.

[Breathing the words out between needy little groans, he finally managed to open his eyes again just to watch the way Iwaizumi watches him - he really doesn't have any idea what the power of his attention does for Oikawa. Licking his lips and cracking a wide smile, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth, he relaxes his back just to roll his hips before lifting one leg as high as he could without the use of his hands, bringing the knee up to his chest in as much of a show as possible.]

Fuck me already, shit. I'm going to cum before you at this rate.

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Yeah. [It's breathed out with utmost confidence, no doubt whatsoever. There's no possessiveness there, simply because he knows he doesn't need to be. Oikawa won't show himself like this for anyone but him. He knows that.

But he really needs to do something about that mouth of his one day.]

No. [His lips twitch, clearly fighting off a smile.] You need to last, but, I don't think I should make this too easy for you either. Do you?

[No, Oikawa's tied up for a reason. In fact, he shifts his fingers so he's rubbing inside him still, but he's touching everywhere but his prostate now.]

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[Sucking in a breath and exhaling a whine again at the way Iwaizumi works his fingers into him everywhere but where he needs them pressing the most and downright squirms - but he finds himself grinning wide with that challenge issued. To be fair, Oikawa can go a bit longer than Iwaizumi can just from having too much stamina, so that Iwaizumi wants to tire him out a little first, he won't argue. He better deliver that dick soon enough though.

Batting his eyes and pulling his tongue in just long enough to swallow, then stick the tip out betwen his teeth once more, Oikawa let his leg down only to open his thighs so wide it makes his hips jut upward and his cock bounce with every teasing thrust Iwaizumi gives him.]

No.

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[Eventually, after Oikawa opens his legs so much the angle and view changes, he presses his right hand there to keep him steady.]

Are you even going to last once I put it in? [It's a soft murmur, but really is he going to last? Nevermind Oikawa. Still, he freezes his hand then looks back up at his face.]

Will you beg for it? [He'll regret it, he knows he will. He hasn't finished preparing him yet after all, and if he gets too frustrated he'll want to rush it, but he's not willing to hurt Oikawa in the slightest.]

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[He would answer that first question if they both didn't know better, if Oikawa hadn't known that Iwaizumi came from that first time they fooled around. He came in his pants by just watching him cum, it had been more than enough. No, the better question to answer was the second one, even when he winks at him and purrs his words, shifting his wrists and lightly tugging where his hands were tied as if testing the boundary of just where he can put them.]

I will absolutely beg for it, but you can't give it to me until you feel I'm ready, mm?

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[It's true, really. Even if Iwaizumi is doing pretty well today, he won't last long once he's inside the other. His eyes flicker to Oikawa's wrists, looking for red marks but thankfully the shirt isn't that much of a painful bind.

He breathes out slowly.]

I won't give it to you even if you're ready. [His voice dips as he speaks, and he leans to give Oikawa a kiss on the mouth.]

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Are you going to go through all this effort to open me up and end up finishing before you can fuck me, Iwa-chan?

[Chuckling, lifting his head to meet him for that kiss and nip at his lips, tugging to keep him close, Oikawa sucks the little red marks his teeth leave behind with a warmer groan, wiggling his hips and bumping them against his hand briefly.]

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Who said anything about finishing early? [He slams his fingers in for that, curving them so they bump Oikawa's prostate harshly.]

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[Letting out a sweet, lilting sound that resembles a kyaaa at the slam of those fingers, Oikawa arches his back and ruts his hips down eagerly into Iwaizumi's touch, legs shuddering nicely.]

G-gnhh~~! I say that, because - Iwa-chan can't help himself when he watches me!

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Then I'll make sure I can, idiot! [He scissors his fingers, twisting them as he thrusts them in and out relentlessly now.] Shouldn't you be worrying about yourself, anyway?

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I can... go longer... than you!

[Breathing between his words and groaning, curling his toes against the floor, Oikawa was left struggling to keep himself in control with that relentless assault working his ass over and he did more than just squirm in place. Turning his head to bury his nose against his own arm like it could hide his face, gasping for air, red colored his cheeks and ears from just how eager he felt. He certainly wasn't embarrassed or ashamed, but why it became so much harder with his hands tied up, he couldn't put his finger on.

Maybe it's because usually by now he has distracted Iwaizumi by touching him too much, for him to put him in this kind of state until the very end.]

Fuck that's so good, you're so good to me..!

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Yeah? [He grins this time though, working him open until he's all ready, but he's still not giving him what he wants. This time, today, he'll give Oikawa more than one orgasm if he can help it. Maybe him a mess without touching his cock this first time at all, instead just slamming his fingers into him over and over relentlessly. There's no break at all, and even though his own cock is twitching at the sight of him, he grits his teeth and holds himself back.]

We'll see about that. [He breathes out shakily, licking his lips at the way Oikawa squirms.]

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[Oikawa hardly has to jerk himself back into Iwaizumi's fingers with the pace he has set up. With his thighs shaking visibly under how difficult it is to just bounce into that relentless pace, his hands kept twisting and tugging where they were tied until he was digging his fingers into his own hands, bowing his back and shuddering. He's really going to come just from having his ass fingerfucked, he was going to finish just like this - somehow the thought that Iwaizumi would keep fucking him even through it and after was more than hot enough to make him beg and keen with his head turning so he wasn't muffled anymore.]

T-touch me, Iwa-chan, touch meee! [He knows damn well he isn't going to. That makes it even better to plead for.]

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[He can't keep watching his face, that's for sure. Not when every word spilling out of Oikawa's mouth is raw and hot and desperate. He licks his lips, scissors his fingers and avoids his prostate for a minute.]

Where? Where should I touch you, Tooru? [There's some sort of power in this, and while he's really not the type to get a trip out of it, it's nice being able to think straight while his partner is reduced into a begging mess. It's hot.]

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[Still breathing the words touch me, his eyebrows knitted together when Iwaizumi started avoiding his prostate then and he was given a little relief - it doesn't change how badly his cock ached or the precum beading at the tip. He felt like he was going to blow any minute, he was going to make too much of a mess for how tight the coil in his gut was. Is it possible to be too turned on? Brown eyes follow that tongue when it moves across his lips and he just watches him with an impossibly bright gaze, panting with his tongue peeking out of his mouth and his lips curved in such a smile.]

Touch my dick, I want to feel your hands on me. Touch my body, touch my chest, just touch me.