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“… -straight ahead and then to the left.”
“Thank you, Suga-chan! I promise I’ll be quick!” the younger basically whimpered, after receiving the directions to the closest restroom of the large mall, they currently found themselves in. Oikawa was in Tokyo at the moment, visiting one of his former rivals, turned new ally, and the two setters had been spending the past four hours in the mall, sipping bubble tea, laughing at skimpy clothes they made the other wear and having some hot beverages in at least three of the many cafés.
All the liquid however had been gathering in the poor brunet’s bladder for so long and the way it felt, Oikawa was sure it was close to bursting, if he didn’t get to relieve himself within the next 60 seconds.
“Sure, sure. Take your time, I’m heading to the next store in the meantime,” the silver-haired beauty just smiled gorgeously and waved a hand in a dismissive manner, before he turned and strolled towards a footwear store; Oikawa too turned on his heels and made a run for the restroom though, heading the different direction as his friend, as he followed the previously given directions.
It took him three wrong turns and a seemingly endless corridor, until he finally found the door he’d been so desperately searching for; the one with the character for ‘Men’ on it. Hastily pushing the heavy door open and storming inside, Oikawa barely even took notice of the four loud teenagers that occupied all the urinals, as they cackled together at something, one showed the others on his phone.
But the setter couldn’t care less about those rowdies; instead he focused on the painful twinge in his kidneys, as he dashed towards the closest stall, already fumbling with his belt and the button of his jeans, before he even closed the door behind himself. Then, he dropped his pants and next his body on top of the toilet seat, he didn’t even bother wiping down.
Every single muscle in his body finally relaxed, when he could finally let go, and he slowly tipped his head up, eyes falling closed at the pleasurable feeling of his bladder emptying itself. His breathing had accelerated during his long search for the toilet, and now it too could finally calm down.
Feeling that this would be taking a while, the brunet pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened his favorite app on it. The music and the noises of the game were drowned out by the noisy laughing of the other occupants of the restroom, so Oikawa didn’t have to worry about disturbing anyone; instead he began to happily tap away on his screen, ready to complete the next level, before he would leave.
By the time the rowdies left, along with the loud voices, the brunet had finished his business long ago, but he was still motionlessly sitting on the toilet, elbows propped up against his knees and thumbs pressing against the screen of his phone, as he nonchalantly continued playing his game. The only noises left were those of his phone, several sound effects resonating from his stall and Oikawa became painfully aware of that. Considering that he was alone though, he didn’t care enough to turn down the volume of his mobile, and instead kept on playing in satisfaction.
That is, until he suddenly heard another voice.
“Okay, that’s it. I’ve had enough.”
“Huh?” the setter breathed out in confusion. He had been absolutely certain he’d been alone, after the teenagers had left. Had he been wrong after all?
A sound effect of his character dying resounded from his stall and then a low growl from the cubicle right next to him, “I’m absolutely done with your shit.”
The voice sounded awfully familiar. Scrunching up his nose in confusion, the brunet took a while to connect the imaginary dots, his mind was currently drawing, before his eyes widened in realization, “Iwa-chan…?” Before Oikawa could even continue, his phone yet once more beeped gleefully, when his character had been revived.
“You seriously piss me off!” the other hissed in agitation and it had the small hair on the back of Oikawa’s neck stand straight. He hadn’t even known his best friend was in Tokyo as well; they hadn’t been keeping as much in touch, as the brunet would’ve liked, once summer break started. But both of them had been busy, neither of the two could’ve been blamed for that, yet he had been longing to see his best friend again.
“Is it the game? I’m sorry, I’ll mute it…” Oikawa then quietly mumbled, still bewildered at the other’s sudden outburst. And the other’s presence in first place. His thumb moved to the side of the device in his hand and pressed against the button, the volume of his phone dropping to zero. And then it was silent. Dead silent.
Awkwardly glancing to his right, the setter then cautiously returned to completing the level, but he was abruptly interrupted, and he almost even dropped his phone at the other’s voice, “You stop that right now.”
“O-okay…?” Oikawa’s warily eyed the thin wall separating him from his best friend, afraid Iwaizumi could see what he was doing despite the obvious cover. All of a sudden he found himself nervous and he bit into his lower lip, as he exited the game and shoved his phone back into his pocket, after locking the screen. Somehow Iwaizumi’s tone had a shudder run down his spine. A shudder of fear, mixed with the tiniest hint of excitement.
“And now you go out there, take off your clothes and bend over.”
Okay, now Oikawa’s eyes were almost bulging at this point.
Had Iwaizumi really said that right now? There was no way. He must’ve been hearing things.
The only thing the brunet could muster was to startled gasp, “W-what?” in response after swallowing down the saliva that had collected in his mouth at the imagination.
And then again the dangerous, low growl from the next stall, “Prepare yourself to get fucked.”
Oikawa sputtered. What was Iwaizumi saying? Had he gone crazy? Or had he simply noticed the many stares Oikawa had directed at him, when they had celebrated the brunet’s birthday, back in Miyagi in July?
That’s right; the setter had been somewhat ogling his best friend for the past few months, shily averting his eyes every time he got caught staring. He had thought that had been the reason, why Iwaizumi toned down their contact during holidays, but these words had him doubt everything, even his sole existence.
After shaking his head in irritation – no, Iwaizumi had definitely not said anything like that, Oikawa’s mind was just playing tricks on him – he finally murmured a reply, “Excuse me? I’m sorry, but I don’t think so?” He ended it with an awkward laugh, while rubbing his already sweaty nape.
The response came immediately, “I don’t care about what you think. You do as I’ve told.”
“But Iwa-chan-…”
“Do it, or I’ll make sure you’ll regret it later,” the ace was quick to interrupt the younger’s desperate whine. Iwaizumi couldn’t be serious about telling Oikawa to undress and bend over for him, right?!
“Are you threatening me?!” anger began to bubble in the brunet’s chest and his eyebrows furrowed in agitation. How dare Iwaizumi fuck with his mind like this?! The next words slipped past his lips, before Oikawa could even stop them, “Iwa-chan, I don’t want you to fuck me here!”
The younger didn’t even have a chance to slap his hands across his mouth, the meaning of the words he had just spat sinking in, before the other spoke again; Oikawa had basically just admitted he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of Iwaizumi fucking him in general, he had just voiced out that he didn’t want it to happen here.
“Does it sound like I gave a fuck? What are you still doing? I’m sure I’ve given you very easy commands even you should be able to follow!” there was a dangerous undertone in the other’s voice and it had the brunet swallow thickly. The deep rumble he perceived from the other stall somehow sent a jolt of pleasure through his veins, and his heart began to beat faster, pumping the blood towards his nether regions.
Seriously? Was Oikawa in all earnest getting a hard-on, just because Iwaizumi told him some dirty lines? He shouldn’t be that easy.
“I sure as hell won’t bend over for you!” it came out more as a question than an exclamation, as Oikawa noted, and he placed a sweaty hand against his chest, trying to calm himself down even if only a little.
“I am giving you one last warning.”
A lone bead of sweat trickled down the setter’s forehead and he swallowed audibly, almost choking his words down, when he pitifully croaked them out, “Or what?”
His voice had practically given away that he’d been turned on by his best friend’s naughty demand, by his commanding tone, by the dominance he practically dripped of. But there wasn’t any reply. Instead Oikawa could only hear heavy – and by the sounds of it Iwaizumi was more than just a little angry – breathing. For some odd reason it had him scramble to dry his junk, pull up his boxers along with his pants, ignoring the belt, and flush the toilet, before he slowly opened the door, already anticipating the other to stand there, waiting for him.
But no, there was no sign of Iwaizumi. However, the brunet could still hear the other’s breathing, so he waddled towards the sinks to wash his hands. Even though it was only three steps, the short walk was uncomfortable because of his already proudly standing erection.
He really shouldn’t have stayed back to play his stupid game after all.
Once Oikawa had turned off the water, continuously throwing anxious glances over his shoulder to the still closed toilet stall and then to the door, the male then heaved a heavy sigh and swallowed down his insignificant pride. He didn’t want to know what would happen, if they’d get caught doing something so… dirty in public, but even less did he want to find out what may be the outcome, if he didn’t obey the elder’s orders.
And so the brunet timidly pushed his pants back down yet once more, eyes hushing between the door back out to the hallway and the door, behind which Iwaizumi was hidden. His face was burning by the time he hooked his thumbs in the elastic of his boxers, and with another audible gulp he tightly closed his eyes and slid the material down, painfully aware of the way the soft material brushed against his skin and how it glided over his butt cheeks.
Although he was all still all by himself – well, more or less – and no one could see him, he felt incredibly exposed. And still he proceeded to place his shaky hands on the edge of a washbasin, and lowered his upper body, bending down in an inviting position for his best friend to ravish him.
Anyone, literally anyone could walk in any fucking time, and yet here he was, upper body leaning against the ceramic and his naked butt perked up, as if asking for anything Iwaizumi would give him.
Then finally, after what seemed like an eternity, did he hear the other’s voice once more, “Fuck you.”
Oikawa’s eyes rolled back, and he almost obeyed, when he reached one of his still dripping hands behind himself, a finger already pressing against his hole. Then he tore his eyes open again, heart wildly hammering away in his chest, as he threw a glare at the still closed door of the toilet stall and hissed, “You do it.”
Next, there was an audibly annoyed sigh. And then Iwaizumi seriously said, “I’m hanging up now. Shitty Oikawa keeps talking somewhere in a stall next to me or so. But if I hear you moan at me how much you’re craving Matsukawa’s cock just one more time, I’ll force you down on it myself, Hanamaki!”
And suddenly the brunet’s eyes were bloodshot. His ears didn’t even perceive the flushing of the toilet anymore, didn’t hear the door unlocking and being slammed open; no, all Oikawa could do was gape at his pissed-off best friend, who strode over to his exposed form.
“What the hell, Oikawa?!” the raven hissed from behind the other’s bent-over position, as he gripped the pale wrist and forced it to the other’s front again. The man in question didn’t even realize he automatically gripped the edge of the sink again, as he wordlessly stared back at an equally confused Iwaizumi.
So everything had been a stupid misunderstanding.
Great.
Just, now Oikawa was already bending over for Iwaizumi to take, his butt naked and edging closer towards his best friend’s warm hands.
The brunet audibly gulped. “I thought you were talking to me.”
Strangely enough the elder’s confused scowl turned into a vicious grin, one that promised Oikawa’s downfall. He could do anything to the younger, and he’d totally get away with it. Humiliate him? Absolutely expectable. Laugh at him? Oikawa was surprised he hadn’t already done so. Fuck him? Well, it was highly unlikely, but still the setter’s most favored possibility.
“Well then. You heard me. Prepare yourself,” suddenly Iwaizumi’s lips were right there, gently brushing against Oikawa’s ear and his hot breath tickled his skin. What the hell was happening?
“Y-you mean…?” the younger stammered awkwardly. Then his fingers of one hand unclasped the cold ceramic and the shaking limb reached back, about to actually fucking prepare his body for actual fucking penetration of none other than fucking Iwaizumi. But the other was quick to stop him in his tracks, when he once more easily caught the slowly moving wrist, and he pinned it against the brunet’s back, while stepping closer and pressing his hips against the naked ass that was bared only for him.
“Prepare yourself mentally,” the spiker’s words came out as barely more than a whisper and he slowly kissed his way down from Oikawa’s nape towards his tailbone, his hands gently grabbing the setter’s butt cheeks and pulling them apart. Oikawa felt so much more than exposed at that moment, even though his dick was still half tucked into his pants. But on the other side – quite literally to add – there was his best friend breathing right against his opening and the brunet could feel his entire body tense, including his hole that must’ve visibly clenched in front of Iwaizumi’s eyes.
And then came the touch of Iwaizumi’s wet tongue straight against his hole. Although he’d been able to expect it in this position, it still threw the younger off guard and he released an unwanted moan at the sensation. He could feel the spiker’s breath coming out through his nostrils and brushing against his crack, the air feeling cold against the wetness the other’s tongue was leaving around his hole, as he circled the muscle around it.
“Iwa-chan…” the younger shakily exhaled and now his other hand too reached behind, causing his upper body to press flat against the sink, while his free fingers reached for black locks that occasionally brushed against his butt cheeks. Despite the knowledge that someone could walk in on them any damn second, the brunet mindlessly let his eyes droop until they closed, while shamelessly enjoying his best friend’s ministrations, tiny moans and gasps encouraging the spiker to do more.
Iwaizumi was repeatedly lapping from Oikawa’s balls all the way up his crack, and it had the setter whine for attention on his hole, the elder seemed to pointedly ignore, when he only quickly brushed past it. But then the tip of his tongue was right there again, quick and tiny licks over the other’s entrance making the younger lose his mind. It was as if Iwaizumi was rubbing his tongue over his anus, and his fingers tightened in the black hair, just when all of a sudden the soft muscle tensed and the pointed tip forced its way inside his body.
A long-drawn moan filled the air, when he was penetrated, feeling the other lick inside him, before the spiker began to gently fuck him with his tongue, the speed gradually gaining in velocity. It didn’t take Oikawa long, until he was desperately clawing at the other’s scalp, pulling at strands, as he simultaneously pushed his ass closer to the other’s mouth. The feeling was nearly overwhelming and he needed more.
It seemed Iwaizumi understood; he pulled his mouth off, leaving a cold wetness behind, that had the younger shudder in a mixture of anticipation, excitement and a little bit of anxiety. They were still in a public restroom after all and anyone could walk in on them any time. Did he mention they were in public yet?! Maybe Oikawa was indeed freaking out a little, but who wouldn’t?
Next the brunet knew was that two slick fingers pushed against the ring of muscles, before he could feel them forcing their way inside. Moaning at the intrusion, Oikawa’s hand, that had previously been buried in Iwaizumi’s hair, moved back to claw at the cold ceramic that was pressing against his face. Iwaizumi didn’t give him any time to gather his thoughts, and went straight to fingerfucking him roughly, scissoring his fingers occasionally to stretch the other.
“I don’t have a condom,” the elder then blatantly admitted, as he curled his fingers, poking spots inside Oikawa, the brunet himself didn’t even know existed.
The setter could only breathlessly shake his head in dismissal, his hips jerking backwards, as if it would help getting something penetrate him deeper. But this seemed to have achieved quite to contrary, when Iwaizumi then already removed his fingers again, leaving the brunet feel unsatisfied and desperate.
“Fuck me, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa then murmured, turning his head so he could watch the shorter man already pulling out his own erection. A pale hand reached towards the large organ, wanting to wrap itself around it, in order to guide it inside the awaiting body, but Iwaizumi was quick to slap it away, when the younger tried to tug at it to get it closer to where he wanted it.
“Get my cock wet,” goosebumps spread over the setter’s skin at the demanding tone, and all his hazy mind could do was turn on the water and let it run over his hands, once Iwaizumi had let go of his wrist. He then turned around, about to lather the thick cock with the liquid, but once more the brunet was caught in his tracks, when Iwaizumi had caught both of his wrists this time. He moved them to one of his hands, so he could place the other on the taller man’s shoulder, before he continued with a low growl, “With your mouth, shitty Oikawa.”
And then the hand that had previously been resting on his shoulder easily pushed the younger onto his knees. Oikawa didn’t resist in the slightest; quite the contrary, he immediately latched his mouth on the offered dick in front of his face and hungrily attempted to swallow down as much as possible of it.
Feeling his wrists get released, he instinctively moved them to Iwaizumi’s thighs, where he tightly curled his fingers into the flesh, not caring about his nails that dug into the skin, while he himself noticed the other grabbing his head. And then he was roughly pushed forward, Iwaizumi’s cock sliding further into his mouth and nudging against his uvula, causing him to gag and cough around the large organ. The elder’s words at that made him release a muffled moan and he eagerly lapped at the veiny dick, “I fuck you with my tongue and that’s how you thank me? Do better, Oikawa.”
Instead of the expected push against his head Oikawa then was yanked back by the hair, saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth, as his tongue still hung out slightly. His eyes searched Iwaizumi’s gaze, and he only closed his mouth again, when the other’s green eyes glowered at him. Next he knew, was that he was again bent over the sink, and his best friend licked once more over his entrance, before he felt his hands grab at his hips.
And then there was the other’s cock already pushing against his opening and practically pressing inside with much resistance. Of course, they didn’t have lube after all. Of course, Oikawa had already known this wouldn’t be the most comfortable fuck.
Closing his eyes, the setter tightened his grip on the ceramic and exhaled shakily, as the shorter man repeatedly thrusted a little more than half of his erection inside his body, each time shoving his cock in a little deeper, until he could finally feel Iwaizumi’s hips press against his butt cheeks.
Iwaizumi’s dick was actually inside his ass.
Once Oikawa’s mind comprehended that thought it officially excused itself.
His moans were probably audible even from outside, and if now anyone would walk in on them, it certainly wouldn’t have been on accident anymore. After a few more uncomfortable thrusts did Iwaizumi’s rhythm become more regular, driving his cock in deep inside his body, as his tanned hands wandered up the other’s body, before hooking his arms underneath Oikawa’s armpits. He then pulled the other’s upper body flush against his own and the setter was sure that’s when he’d entirely go mental.
Iwaizumi had pulled him up to make him see their own reflection in the mirror. And so he watched; watched how Iwaizumi’s face contorted in pleasure, when he picked up the pace; watched how his own body jerked at every rough thrust; watched his dick shake at the impacts and the precum getting practically fucked out of him. Watched his own face, as he breathlessly tried to meet the other’s thrusts. It was pure torture; as if getting fucked by his best friend hadn’t been pleasurable enough, he now was forced to watch himself writhe on his dick and it had his abs tighten pleasantly.
A hot mouth plastered countless wet kisses along his neck, forming a trail of saliva that reached from his shoulder to right below his ear, before the elder began innocently nibbling at the skin. And then he sunk his teeth in, tongue lapping over the wounded area, until he began sucking the already bruised spot, which only added to the pleasure the brunet was feeling.
Whining at the sensations, Oikawa desperately moved a hand to his forgotten erection and pulled at it, until it was freed from its confinement, so he could vigorously begin to stroke himself in time with Iwaizumi’s thrusts.
He noticed his best friend must’ve been close already, judging by all his little groans and breathy gasps for air, as well as the way he continued to increase the speed, with which he roughly fucked the younger. It was a pity really, because it was obvious he would be coming soon, but only then did he find Oikawa’s prostate, thrusting his cock almost animalistically against it, and it had the brunet cry in pleasure. Two fingers then found their way into the taller man’s mouth, probably to shut the brunet up, and he instinctively began sucking them, moving his tongue around and between them to lather them with saliva. Oikawa’s hand too sped up and he found himself moaning shamelessly around Iwaizumi’s fingers, when the elder let his other hand harshly connect with one of his butt cheeks, before he pulled at it, probably to watch his own cock disappear inside his best friend’s body.
But the next time he pulled out, it didn’t return. Instead Iwaizumi’s groans turned into moans and grunts, as he eagerly jerked himself off, the tip of his dick occasionally smacking against Oikawa’s butt, before the latter could feel hot sperm covering his skin. Only then did his own movements slow down, his grip tightening around his cock, while he enjoyed the feeling of Iwaizumi wiping his dick own up and down his crack, before he sank inside Oikawa one more time.
“I want you to come on my dick,” the elder huskily murmured suddenly right into his ear and that was all Oikawa needed for his hand to practically go flying up and down his dick, desperately chasing his own orgasm, while he still had the pleasure of being impaled. He even felt a little bad for Iwaizumi, knowing he must’ve been oversensitive already, but he still kept rocking his hips to feel the thick organ inside him move even if only a tiny bit. The way his balls tightened told him he too was close to bursting and it only encouraged him to stroke himself even faster.
The occasional flick of his wrist on the tip, the thumb that glided over the head and the pointer that sometimes pressed against the slit, all combined with the slowly softening cock up his ass, which was still nestled teasingly against his prostate, had him seeing stars in no time, and Oikawa ended up conveniently coming into the washbasin. His hips kept rocking a little, before Iwaizumi’s dick slipped out of him and there was nothing to fill him with anymore. Both groaned at the feeling and the brunet closed his eyes at the disgustingly pleasant slide and the younger’s body suddenly felt boneless, when he dropped onto the sink once more.
Only their heavy breathing was audible in the room; the air felt stuffy and it reeked of sweat, yet neither of the two could even bring themselves to care, glad it wasn’t their own home they had to ventilate now. Iwaizumi disappeared shortly after, Oikawa longingly staring at his back, before the raven returned with toilet paper, he proceeded to wet next to his best friend’s head and then wiped down his own cum on the other’s ass. After disposing of the tissue, the elder then draped his body over the taller again, his left hand pressing against the brunet’s cheek, so he could meet the other’s mouth with his own. Lips moving against each other and tongues timidly caressing each other, Iwaizumi then wrapped his other arm around the younger’s frame as well, hugging him from behind, as they sensually kissed, uncaring of their still unclothed crotches.
“Aw, no. You guys!”
This was all the two childhood friends needed to jump apart in shock, seemingly not having heard the door get slammed against the wall, probably leaving a dent forever that said, ‘Sugawara Koushi was here.’
“Suga-chan-…”
“It’s not-…”
“How could you?! I’ve been waiting for you for almost an hour, Tooru-kun, and all that because you let Iwaizumi-san fuck your brains out!” the older setter rudely interrupted the both of them, aware the two only would’ve tried to pathetically lie their way out of his interrogation.
“I’m sorry, Suga-chan-…”
Again the silver-haired male was quick to interrupt the younger, more than curiously watching the former Aoba Johsai members scramble to pull up their pants again, “Save your pathetic excuses. Next time at least invite me to join in?!”
“What…” this time Oikawa didn’t have the mental strength to finish his question himself, mouth only hanging open at the elder’s words. Oh, but Suga still hadn’t even delivered his finishing blow.
“Ah, and for next time… I wouldn’t exactly recommend fucking in a restroom,” well duh. Suga clicked his tongue at the eyerolls he received at his words, so he just turned on his heels, flicked his hand in an arrogant manner and threw an evil smirk over his shoulder as he added, “Not because it’s uncomfortable, but because of the video surveillance.” He pointed into a corner, where indeed a small camera was located, a red light blinking regularly, “You guys practically gifted them a live porn show with a free tape.”