( 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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[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.]