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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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What is it?

[His head tilts as he looks back at him, only the timing of it all is hardly fair at all. He resists the urge to smack him on the head, hand twitching but honestly too afraid to lash out anymore, even if this way would be more playful that anything else.

Oikawa's hands move soon enough anyway, both grazing his thighs in nice patterns and speed. He chews his lip as he waits, struggling to think of where to keep his hands.]

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[Oikawa starts with a soft Can I touch - before he remembers last time, that he said he wouldn't tell him no, he just draws his hands up to hook into the belt loops on his pants to hold him in place and shift to sit up, leaning to put Iwaizumi's back on the bed mat that wasn't far away and smile down at him with their hips still held together.]

I want to make love to you. [Those hands can go wherever he pleases, so long as they were on him.]

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[He does, at least, raise an eyebrow when Oikawa stops himself, a little proud of him for listening properly. He makes a faint noise when he's shifted, clearly not confident he won't fall flat on his ass, but he doesn't say anything as his back rolls onto the mat.

Not until Oikawa speaks again, anyway.] You wanna... [He doesn't finish it though, unsure of if he's hearing the implications there. There's a weird word order that isn't like usual and because of that he tenses up a little.] Tooru?

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I want to love you.

[There are softer kisses pressed to his cheeks and nose, leaning down over him with his hands staying put - he knows what that word order means, he knows its something they haven't done yet. He wants to try, even if they don't take the full step right now.]

It's okay, if you aren't sure. We don't have to continue if you say it doesn't feel good.

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[When he exhales it comes out a little sharply at first, clearly struggling with the issue. It's not an outright no, just that he's... nervous. He's never brought it up because things always ended pretty well this way too, didn't they? But it makes sense. That Oikawa might want to try it ... like this. Too.

He finally looks up, looking him in the eye carefully. He's checking that he's 100% serious before--]

...What's it like? [His voice sounds dry when he asks, but his throat is. That's just how it is.]

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Kind of like taking a poop. Absolutely way better after you get used to it.

[Meeting that eye and saying it all 100% seriously, even if the part about pooping could have been a joke, Oikawa kisses softly at his chin.] But if you'd really rather not, I like what we do already. [The words are softer, gentle with asking overall - he knows Iwaizumi still doesn't get why he likes sex when his dick has to go up his butt, why it feels so good.]

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[Oikawa... you really have no idea how to sell something, do you? He cringes visibly at the explanation, reaches up to tug Oikawa's hair, not daring to do more.]

Aren't you supposed to be selling it? [Though. He sighs, tries to release all the tension that's probably noticeably built up since Oikawa mentioned this.]

But it's fine, I know if I say it's too much you'll stop. [I trust you.]

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Oh, you want it sold to you as romantically as possible? Okay.

[Nipping gently at his lower lip and tugging, soft when he smooths one of his hands down along Iwaizumi's thigh again and strokes the underside, Oikawa murmurs when he speaks.]

I feel your heartbeat when we're connected, I don't think there's a better way to describe feeling that than saying it's so good. It's worth it, because I like feeling whole with you. You've taken really good care so you don't hurt me, and not once have I felt sore after other than the backaches.

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[Ah... Oikawa, please. Even when his lower lip is taken and tugged, and even when Oikawa's hand smooths over his thigh he glares up at him. The tone of his voice and the words make his face heat, and while he's never really considered this as a possibility, it sounds embarrassing.

The worst part is that he knows it's more embarrassing because Oikawa is being honest.]

You better not get impatient. [It's the only mutter that follows, kind of like giving him permission.]

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[Brightening up into a smile at that mutter, kissing him plainly and both hands are trailing along his thighs now to stroke the sensitive skin on the underside, Oikawa turns his kisses so he was mouthing along his neck next.]

I promise. [To make you feel as good as you've always made me feel.]

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[He shifts on the ground, legs twitching as Oikawa's hands skim over the underside of his thighs. His head tilts to give him more room on his neck, licking his lips slowly as he starts to prepare himself mentally for this.]

Yeah. [He believes him, that's what it means. He's resting himself in Oikawa's hands, which isn't too bad when he considers how skillful they are, at least with volleyball.]

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[Smiling and nuzzling a spot he can recognize as a mark he's left before, Oikawa peppers those kisses lower as his hands wander, continuing to stroke and pet his thighs from knee to hip and there's something gorgeous about the muscles in his hands. Just feeling him shift and move those little bits of simply accepting those touches, there's a half thought of wondering if there's any part on Iwaizumi's body that he doesn't like.

There isn't.

Working his kisses down to his collarbones and chest, Oikawa moved slowly to keep him relaxed. Pushing his shirt up enough to expose his chest and give him a wink, he brushed his lips across his heart before kissing one nipple and peppering kisses as he worked his way across to the other.]

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[It feels weird to having such loving touches surround him. Oikawa's hand and mouth moves slowly enough that he feels every instance of contact, and finally it's easier to drive him to slide his hands into Oikawa's hair. His little fingers spread out to brush his ears, sighing softly as his shirt is pushed up and he feels kisses over his heart, feeling it pound louder and fast with the contact, then from one nipple to another.

At this stage it's easy to forget where he is. To focus on only Oikawa, on his mouth, body, hands, his voice.

His hands drop, curving around the back of the neck before he tugs him up, trying to get another kiss.]

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[Giving the nipple he's on a soft nip before Iwaizumi was tugging him up for another kiss, Oikawa moves with a warmer smile. Catching his lips in a slow, languid kiss, he just purred against his mouth. Drawing one hand up again to stroke over the nipple he didn't get to tease, pinching and smoothing his thumb in easy circles around it, he tugged at his lower lip with his teeth and exhaled a warm hum of his name.]

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[He lets Oikawa control the pace of the kiss, knows it's because he's nervous that he almost tried to speed it up. It's the reassurance that helps him keep going, too. He kisses back as slowly, rubs Oikawa's shoulders and pushes himself up against him. His back curves a little, letting himself feel every touch of Oikawa's fingers on his nipple now.

He murmurs something in return, unintelligable given how he concentrates on trying to keep himself relaxed in the end.]

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[Soft murmurs of I love you and Hajime slip out between kisses, even as he can feel Iwaizumi's hands kneading at his shoulders, Oikawa hums against his mouth as he pinches and both hands are touching him now. Smoothing his thumbs against his nipples, rubbing them slowly and just working the mood into him with every touch and kiss, Oikawa smiled against his lips after a bit. He felt Iwaizumi start to relax again after a few long moments of just touching and kissing, and let his lips start migrating down his neck again.]

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[He breathes slowly as his heart rate picks up, concentrating on trying to not get too worked up too quickly. There's also the fact that he gets what Oikawa is trying to ease him into this, to make sure he feels as loved as possible after everything he's said today. Everything he's said or thought since he woke up from that living nightmare. He tilts his head, left hand reaching up from Oikawa to tug his collar away, inviting Oikawa down further into the dip of his throat and neck.

His right hand flattens against Oikawa's back, rubs up and down to show that he's okay. That this is okay.]

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[Easing both hands slowly down Iwaizumi's frame with those easy breaths between them, he smiled so broadly against his skin when he reached up to tug his shirt out of his way. Lifting his head briefly to kiss his ear, then dip his head and drag his teeth against his neck and throat, Oikawa opened his mouth to close it tenderly over his pulse and suck. Not too hard, not too soft, just with enough pressure to feel that heartbeat through his skin and still start to leave a mark.

Iwaizumi knows Oikawa will stop if he really does get nervous, and Oikawa knows he would tell him. There is a lot that the man he loves will do for him, but lie about this sort of concern is not one of those things. He really has full, unshakable trust in him.]

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[He can see why Oikawa became such a mess when they did this before, when he tied his wrists and made love to him slowly and in a way to make him come apart. He gets it already, when Oikawa sucks on his neck in just the right way to make him groan softly.

His hands slide over Oikawa's back, up over his shoulders and into his hair. His left curls and tugs on the strands, the right cradling the back. His legs shift, instead moving to cradle Oikawa in against himself.]

That feels good. [It comes out as a whisper, soft and gentle, there really is 100% unshakable trust there.]

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[Sucking until he knew there was a deep red mark left in Iwaizumi's skin, Oikawa slowly pulled his mouth back to keep peppering softer kisses around it, his lips working downward to skip over his bunched up shirt and mouth at his collarbones next. Smiling with the whisper and the way he holds onto him, cradling him in against his body and shutting his eyes, Oikawa knew this was a good choice. He wanted to love him the way he showed him before, wanted to return every ounce of those feelings because making Iwaizumi absolutely melt? Sounds like the best thing he's ever wanted to do.

While his mouth worked more kisses into his skin, lips wandering down until he was kissing and nipping over a nipple, Oikawa let his hands roam downward until he was stroking his thighs again and smoothing his hands up high enough, thumbs on the inside and he let his touch brush so close through his pants.]

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[It's easy enough to drown in the sensations to forget that normally he'd be annoyed that Oikawa has probably marked him harder than he'd usually let him. The way his skin tingles helps a bit, but even more so when teeth nip his nipple and his back jerks with the motion, a puff of air slipping from his lips and his grip tightens on Oikawa's hair, holding back just enough to not tug.

He doesn't plead either though, instead concentrating on finally brushing Oikawa's hair back to look down at his face, squirming slightly on the floor once the other's thumbs graze close yet not close enough. His hips raise a little, canting towards the touch before he can stop himself. His skin flushes with the embarrassment of pushing forwards for it without needing to be guided, but really there are no complaints here.]

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[When Iwaizumi would comb his hair back, he'd find Oikawa's eyes were closed even as his hands kept kneading and there was such a smile on his face - it was buried against his skin from all the kisses he was still lining his body with. Laving his tongue affectionately over that nipple, taking it between his lips again to roll it into a hard little nub, Oikawa kept tugging and sucking on the sensitive skin as his hands moved again.

Drawing them down to nearly Iwaizumi's knees and back up, one dipped underneath to stroke up the back of his leg until he was tracing the curve of his ass, before it wandered back down in a simple touch. This time when his hands come rising upwards and Oikawa can curl his fingertips in at the waistband of his shorts, he was slow to tug them downward now, just making room for himself at an easy pace until he had to pull his mouth up with a wet sound to shuck those shorts to his ankles. Giving him a sweet smile even as he pulled the fabric from around one foot, then the other, Oikawa simply tossed them behind him when he dipped his mouth down again to lave attention over the other nipple now, hands simply roaming up and down his thighs again to stroke over the lines of his hips.]

Love you, love you so much.

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[It's a nice expression. Honest. Open. A rarity for the boy on top of him for the most part. His thumbs reach to stroke his cheeks before he's gasping out, eyes stuttering between open and closed. His hips jut, trying to rut against Oikawa despite his will to stay steady. There's no way he can blame Oikawa for getting needy and desperate when it feels like this, honestly. But he'll keep saying stuff anyway in the future.

He just wished Oikawa wouldn't talk now, because it's only adding to how flustered he feels from how much his actions are speaking for him. He's being so careful to not spook him, to make sure he remembers this is about both of them that he can't keep listening to it on top of that.]

When you're acting like this, you don't need to say it, idiot. [It comes out as a soft whisper, legs moving to help with his shorts before his thighs part again, inviting Oikawa in between them.]

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Heeeh, are you embarrassed about how much I love you?

[Teasing with such a cheeky look, flicking his eyes open to gaze up at him from where he speaks around the other nipple in his mouth, Oikawa easily took that invitation of space with his body and let his hands roam all the way up again. Tracing out the fine lines of muscle and flesh until he was able to ply his mouth away from his chest, his lips went chasing after everywhere his fingers touched until his kisses were circling Iwaizumi's naval. Tenderly smoothing his palms down, playfully pinning his hips with broad hands over the bones and body and the fabric of his underwear, Oikawa kissed lower and over the garment until he was mouthing his cock through them, slow and exhaling warm breaths against him.]

I want to trace it into every inch of your skin, Iwa-chan.

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Not exactly. [It comes out as a grumble, eyes dipping when Oikawa lowers himself again. He can feel the wet patch on his skin as the saliva cools, sighs in the back of his throat and tangles his hand into Oikawa's hair this time. He grips harder when the other starts mouthing at him through his underwear, hips trying to arch up off the floor.]

You're doing a good job of it.

[It's hard to tell where Oikawa's mouth hasn't burned, after all.]