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Iwaizumi doesn’t feel great about where they left things. He alternates back and forth between thinking about Oikawa getting in his own head after sex and getting led astray with sex in HIS own head - thinking about the fact that Oikawa very much wants to do it with him, and what would that be like, and who would take which position first?
I’m trying to be mature here! he keeps telling his dirty thoughts, but they just keep coming back. He just never knew how truly sexy Oikawa was and his imagination keeps running wild thinking about hovering above him, slowly thrusting into him while he moans and shudders beneath him -
Focus!
He just can’t decide whether he should try to start another conversation Oikawa might not be ready for, or if he should just go for it and have sex with him since that’s clearly all his brain wants to think about.
In the end – after way too many hours wrestling his brain into thinking logically and making a decision – he decides against starting a conversation about Oikawa’s anxieties. Which is probably what’s going on, right? After being his best friend for so many years, Iwaizumi knows pretty well how much insecurity Oikawa covers with posturing. And since he’s already made it clear that he’s still open if Oikawa wants to talk about it, he doesn’t really see much good in bringing it up again so soon.
After reaching that decision, he gets to genuinely let his imagination run wild, guilt-free.
Frankly, he’s kind of glad he doesn’t see Oikawa for a few days, because it gives him the freedom to fantasize and jerk off. They left it a little open-ended last time, so this gives him time to figure out what he really wants. Which turns out to be a not-so-short list, but hopefully they’ll have time to cover more than one thing. If Oikawa stays interested that long.
The next time they see each other is a Saturday: a day where they observe the time honored tradition of lounging on the couch in gym shorts and doing absolutely fuck all.
Despite having done this for years and years, it suddenly feels new (and kind of weird). Because instead of just hanging out, they’re hanging out while Iwaizumi gradually grows more horny. Against his best wishes. It honestly feels kind of inappropriate to be feeling that way – just because they have established a bit of a pattern doesn’t mean he gets to perv on his best friend every time he sees him. Maybe it wasn’t a great choice to spend the last few days masturbating to Oikawa.
Just as Iwaizumi is starting to think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to break the pattern and not do anything with Oikawa today after all, he finds a slender hand on his thigh. Fuck, when did he get so close to me?
It’s hard to say no. It’s hard to say no because he really, really doesn’t want to say no. And he doesn’t have any real reason to.
So he doesn’t.
It turns into more sinfully hot making out and frottage, which they’re really good at. Not so good that Iwaizumi doesn’t think about their conversation regarding penetrative sex, but Oikawa doesn’t seem inclined to do anything about that today, so Iwaizumi puts the idea aside.
Oikawa’s really good at handjobs, anyway.
Sunday, Iwaizumi’s head is feeling a little clearer. Maybe all he needed was a dose of Oikawa – which is definitely a thought for another day, he’s not going there right now.
He’s interested in going somewhere else entirely.
Oikawa doesn’t think much of it when Iwaizumi texts him to come over. He’s at his house so regularly that he had kind of planned on showing up anyway, but it’s always nice to have an actual invitation.
He briefly contemplates going home first, but decides against it. It’s not like Iwaizumi’s never seen him in his work clothes before. And sitting at a desk hardly dirties him so much that he needs another shower since the one this morning.
He enters nonchalantly and unannounced. If it were anyone else Oikawa might’ve suggested that regularly leaving the front door unlocked is a bad idea, but he’s been on the receiving end of enough Iwa-chan attacks that he’s more worried for the safety of any unfortunate intruder.
Inside, Iwaizumi is nowhere to be seen. Probably in his bedroom, maybe still changing after his own shift.
He briefly contemplates going to look for him, but instead takes his regular spot on the couch and grabs the TV remote. Maybe he can start an anime before Iwa-chan gets any ideas about watching a documentary tonight.
As soon as he smugly starts an episode, he hears a startled yelp and a crash from Iwaizumi’s room. He expects him to come flying out the door, but instead it turns silent again.
Weird.
He’s managed to get halfway through the intro song before his door finally opens. Now Iwaizumi rushes out, looking a little wild-eyed as he tugs at the hem of his t-shirt.
“Oikawa! Why didn’t you tell me you were here!”
Oikawa raises an eyebrow. “Since when do I tell you I’m here? You even invited me this time.”
“Yeah, but I just thought you’d go home first.” Iwa-chan grouses, taking his own spot on the sofa. “What are we watching, anyway?”
Oikawa gasps.
“Iwa-chan! It’s Soul Eater! You’ve seen this before!”
Iwaizumi grunts. “Huh.”
After a pause he continues. “So that means you’ve also seen this before?”
Oikawa doesn’t even grace that with a response, just rolls his eyes and turns up the volume a couple notches. Not that he needs it louder, but just because he can.
A moment later Iwa-chan is mouthing at his neck and a wave of heat is rushing through him. Was it that kind of ‘come over’ text? Maybe he should have gone home to shower after all.
The hot breath on his neck is accompanied by hand snaking up his shirt.
“Hey Tooru, wanna fuck me?”
Oikawa is going to drop dead. Put it in the police report, Oikawa Tooru, died of a heart attack after breaking the record for world’s quickest erection.
He can’t even respond right away. He’s just frozen.
Iwaizumi pulls back, ostensibly to look at his face before closing in again. He chuckles a bit in his ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, his hand sliding down to his thigh.
“You can tell me to fuck off if I’m wrong, but you like that idea huh?”
Oikawa almost tells him to fuck off on principle before his brain catches up and reminds him that he absolutely does not want Iwa-chan to stop what he’s doing.
Still though. Iwaizumi cannot be allowed to be the only suave one here, and now that his bloodflow has regulated after that frankly astounding rush to his dick, Oikawa’s brain kicks back into gear.
He turns his head to catch Iwaizumi’s lips with his own, immediately licking into his mouth so he can suck on his tongue.
The atmosphere is instantly ten times as heated as it was just a moment before. It’s all hot hands and soft lips and passion, squeezing closer together and kissing almost frantically while they run their hands over each other.
(Oikawa quite literally does not have a single brain cell available to think about the fact that their kisses have shifted from comfortable to passionate recently. Maybe he’ll realize it later.)
It is once more physically difficult to drag himself away from Iwa-chan’s lips. Seriously, it’s like a magnetic pull.
(again, something he doesn’t realize in the moment, because all he can think about is - )
“Iwa – Iwa, Iwa-chan,” a kiss, “Do you mean it,” a kiss, longer, “You – you really want to do that today – ”
He doesn’t get to finish the sentence as Iwaizumi uses his grip on the back of his neck to pull him back in and claim his lips again.
Okay, he can lose himself in amazing makeouts instead. He is totally cool with that.
It’s Iwaizumi who finally pulls them apart again, lips red and spit-slick, eyes on Oikawa like he’s going to devour him. It’s distracting as hell, and it takes him a second to realize those lips are moving because Iwa-chan is talking to him.
About moving to the bedroom this time.
Oikawa doesn’t even know what he responds, or if he says anything at all, and then they’re stumbling toward the bedroom like they’ll die if they take their hands off each other for a moment.
At least they manage to lose their shirts along the way.
It feels strange to back Iwa-chan into his own mattress, climbing on top of him and kissing him soundly while Iwaizumi works on unbuttoning his goddamn work pants. He really should have gone home to change, gym shorts would be so much easier –
But Iwaizumi’s hands are more functional than Oikawa’s would be, and before he knows it Iwaizumi is pushing his pants and underwear down over the swell of his ass in one deft motion. He unseats him only briefly to pull down his own (comfortable, accessible) gym shorts while Oikawa finishes pulling his own pants all the way off.
It’s just as mind blowing as last time, their naked bodies colliding together. But this time he doesn’t have to deal with the limitations of the couch, so he pushes Iwaizumi down into the mattress, luxuriating in the feeling of their full bodies pressed together. God, he wants to look, but that would require letting go of Iwaizumi’s sinful mouth.
They rub together for only a moment or two before Iwaizumi is pushing at his shoulders, creating space and gasping air down by the lungful.
“Tooru – please – want you to fuck me –”
It’s too fucking much. He kisses Iwaizumi again, moaning into his mouth and then forcing himself to pull away.
And as much as he enjoys their makeouts, he finds it’s pretty awesome to have a naked Iwa-chan underneath him. He sits back on his heels, running his hands down Iwaizumi’s sides, coming down to rest on his hips.
It’s fucking obscene, how hot Iwaizumi is like this. Legs on either side of Oikawa, red-faced and panting and hard.
Oikawa slides his hands along his ass. He wants to be snarky. Say something like Aww, Iwa-chan, you really want me to fuck you that badly? But he’s panting too heavily, too aroused for it to be effective. He always teases Iwa-chan, in every situation, but he’s feeling so honored, so turned on that Iwaizumi wants him to fuck him at all that he can’t quite get the words out.
He doesn’t have to think about it for too long though, because his brain promptly short circuits when he finally gets his fingers down to Iwaizumi’s entrance.
Wet?
He must have frozen in shock, because Iwaizumi chuckles a little (seriously, his sexy chuckle is too goddamn sexy) and spreads his legs a little wider, grabbing his own knees to hold his legs out of the way.
He reaches back down to investigate and finds that yes, he can quite easily slip two fingers into Iwaizumi.
Who moans.
“You – you fucking prepped? You were ready for this? You ambushed me!” Oikawa feels dumbstruck in disbelief. This might be the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.
Iwaizumi doesn’t seem to be faring much better. He pants and squirms on Oikawa’s fingers, which have stilled inside of him.
“Yes, yes, I prepped, I wanted to be ready, I want you to fuck me Tooru and I don’t want to wait –”
Oikawa’s ready to slam home right then and there, if only condoms weren’t a necessity. Instead he starts moving his fingers.
“Yeah? You want me to fill this hole? Fuck you nice and slow?”
Iwa-chan slams his head back against the pillow before lifting it again. “Fuck, no – I mean, yes, Tooru, fuck me, please fuck me, but –”
He abandons his legs and surges up, catching Oikawa’s lips in another one of those bone-melting kisses.
When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. Looks into Oikawa’s eyes and breathes against his lips, “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
He is really, seriously going to drop dead. Iwaizumi’s sexiness is going to kill him. He has to drop his head to Iwa-chan’s shoulder and breathe for a moment.
“Please tell me you have condoms,” he finally manages.
Iwaizumi hums in his ear, rubbing a hand along his back. “And lube. Nightstand.”
Oikawa looks over and yep, right there in plain sight on Iwa-chan’s obsessively tidy bedside table, a bottle of lube and box of condoms in perfect arm’s reach. If he didn’t have such Iwaizumi-oriented tunnel vision he would have noticed them ages ago.
As he pulls one of the little foil-covered packages out of the box, he pauses. “How the fuck did you know my condom size?”
“Oikawa, your room is a fucking disaster. Your shit is everywhere. Do you really want to talk about this right now?”
Point taken. He rolls the condom on and puts some lube on his hand, slicking himself up before reaching back between Iwaizumi’s legs and pushing three fingers in.
Better safe than sorry.
Iwaizumi moans beneath him as Oikawa strokes along his inner walls, reveling in the sensation.
I’ve fingered guys before, he reminds himself. Snap out of it.
Iwaizumi is clearly well prepared, so Oikawa pulls out and lines himself up.
Before he pushes in, he looks up at him says, “Okay, Iwa-chan. Communication. Tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like.”
Iwaizumi impatiently rolls his hips, grinding against Oikawa’s cockhead and making him groan.
“Yeah, yeah, Tooru, communication, right now I’m communicating that you better fucking fuck me –”
Good enough for Oikawa. He pushes in steadily, and Iwaizumi takes him with one long drawn out moan. He bottoms out in one slow push, already way too turned on to start moving right away if he doesn’t want to end this early. He pants and breathes for a long moment while Iwa-chan gets visibly more impatient underneath him.
Finally, after what is really not that long, Iwa-chan hitches one of his legs up and literally kicks Oikawa’s ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but still – rude.
“Shittykawa, if you don’t start fucking moving, I swear to god.”
Oikawa can’t help but laugh, leaning down to kiss Iwaizumi again as he starts a slow roll with his hips. He keeps it short and relatively chaste, pulling away while Iwa-chan chases after his lips.
Instead he takes that heat and passion and moves it to his hips, fucking into Iwa-chan faster and faster.
Iwaizumi is really into it, moaning wantonly and pushing back into him as much as he can. His hands come up to Oikawa’s shoulders for support, two more points of contact between their bodies.
Somehow through the haze of pleasure, Oikawa realizes the hands on his shoulders mean neither of them is touching Iwa-chan's dick, and he should do something about that. He shifts his weight so he can reach between them, grasping his dick and starting to stroke him in time with his hips.
Iwaizumi sucks in air through his teeth, digging his fingernails in Oikawa’s back. “Shit – Tooru, stop, fuck that feels too good, don’t wanna come yet.”
Only kind of sure what Iwaizumi wants him to stop, Oikawa lets go of his dick and slows his hips, just to be safe. Also so he doesn’t blow his load right now at how insanely hot Iwa-chan is, because seriously.
He is rewarded with a vicious glare that makes him laugh again.
“Sorry, Iwa-chan,” he says as he starts to move again, “Your communication wasn’t super clear on what exactly you wanted me to stop doing.”
“Fuck you, Oikawa, obviously I didn’t mean to stop – aahn – fucking me.”
Encouraged by that moan, Oikawa switches up his angle a little, making Iwaizumi moan again while Oikawa responds.
“No, I’m fucking you.” He quips, thrilled at the opportunity to use that one. “And I didn’t think you wanted me to stop, Iwa-chan. But I don’t want to come early either.”
Iwaizumi grins up at him, a little of that wild glint back in his eye. “Yeah? You feeling good Tooru? Gonna come undone, gonna come inside me?”
Oikawa groans and slows his hips again, lowering his head to Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “You’re a menace,” he says, secretly enjoying the rumbling laugh that comes from Iwa-chan at the words.
Iwaizumi laces both hands behind his back, lowers his legs a little so his feet can rest on the bed. He hums against Oikawa’s hair, and Oikawa happily accepts the physical affection while he lets his pulse slow down a little.
He should’ve known.
He’s only allowed to bask in the hug for a few moments before Iwaizumi leverages his body to flip them completely, ending up on top of Oikawa. He doesn’t even come off his dick during the maneuver, making Oikawa distantly wonder exactly how many times he’s employed that move.
Iwaizumi sits up, a triumphant smile on his face as he braces his hands on Oikawa’s chest and starts to move.
“Fuck, goddammit, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa loses control over his tongue, moaning and cursing as Iwaizumi rides him. His pace is ecstasy, and Oikawa’s not going to last long at all if he keeps this up.
He reaches again for Iwaizumi’s dick, grateful when he leans back and lets him grab it.
He starts jerking him off a little frantically and desperately tries to ignore the heat building in his lower stomach. He’s going to make Iwa-chan come first if it kills him.
Iwaizumi seems to be enjoying the new angle, his moans intensifying as he fucks back and forth between Oikawa’s hand and Oikawa’s dick.
“Ohhhh, fuck, Tooru, ’m gonna come, don’t fucking stop, ’m gonna come, just like that,” Iwa-chan starts to chant above him, and it’s enough to push Oikawa a little further. He braces his own feet against the bed and uses the leverage to push his hips up, meeting Iwa’s thrusts.
Oikawa only thrusts a few times before he loses the fight and tips over into orgasm. He’s talking, probably cursing, maybe gripping Iwaizumi’s dick a little too hard, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Iwaizumi doesn’t stop riding him while he comes, keeping up his own chant until he follows Oikawa over the edge. Oikawa strokes him through it and lets him rock on his dick until the sensitivity starts to be too much, grabbing his hip to still him while he wrings the final bit of Iwaizumi’s orgasm from him.
Iwaizumi pulls off of him and then promptly collapses on his chest.
They’re both breathing heavily, and Oikawa absently traces his fingers through Iwa-chan’s hair while Iwaizumi rubs circles into his ribs.
After a moment Oikawa realizes he’s still wearing the condom and gravity is in fact still working. He pulls away and stands, removing it and tying it off before tossing it in the trash can.
It’s tempting as hell to rejoin Iwa-chan on the bed, but standing alerted him to the cum all over his chest.
“I’m gonna grab a wash cloth real quick,” he says, gesturing to his chest. Iwa-chan pouts at him, but doesn’t say anything so he takes that as an okay to leave for a moment.
Usually he will go to the bathroom and take a few minutes to do a decent clean-up job. But his endorphins seem to be working a little harder than usual and he really does want to go cuddle with Iwa-chan and enjoy the rest of the glow, so he makes quick work of wiping his stomach and his junk clean. Clean enough.
Iwa-chan smiles broadly when he comes back in the room and pats the bed next to him. Oikawa gladly lays back down, surprised when Iwa-chan drapes himself back over his torso to mimic their earlier position. He’d kind of figured they’d lay side by side, but this is… nice. His hand finds its way back into his hair while Iwa-chan resumes petting his ribs.
It isn’t until his pulse has completely slowed and he’s starting to feel kind of sleepy that Iwaizumi breaks the pleasant silence.
“So… you like, really hate the feeling of spunk on you, huh?”
Oikawa startles a little at the question. “What? No. Well… huh. Actually, maybe, I guess.”
Iwaizumi props his head up to look at him, a smile playing at his lips. “Maybe?”
“I just, never really thought about it, I guess. I don’t like, consciously hate it, it’s not like the sensation bothers me or anything. But I do, also, definitely always clean it off right away… so maybe. Weird.”
Iwaizumi kisses his nose.
“Yeah. Weird. Cuz you’re a weirdo.”
Their familiar rapport clicks right back into place.
“I’m not a weirdo Iwa-chan! It’s clearly weird to just be fine hanging out with semen on your stomach!”
Iwa-chan gives him a look Oikawa can’t interpret. And lays back down. And props back up.
“So if I were like, hypothetically, into come play, that’d be a no-go for us?”
Oikawa feels kind of blindsided by the question.
“Uh. I dunno, Iwa-chan. I’d have to think about it. I’ve never thought about that before.”
Iwaizumi hums and lays back down, goes back to petting him.
After a moment, Oikawa speaks again. “I’d have to think about it. But I wouldn’t think you were weird if you turned out to not-hypothetically be into come play. I’m sorry I said that.”
Iwaizumi hugs him a little. “I started it, ’kawa. But thanks.”
Oikawa presses a little kiss to the top of his head.
And he doesn’t think about how it’s probably getting late, and how he should go home.