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The 2021 Tokyo Olympics was three days away from going into full swing and Iwaizumi Hajime was somewhat of a nervous wreck. When Hajime realised he was being jittery, more so than usual, he did what he always did; drown himself in work and then take advantage of the National Team’s gym - seriously, this place was every gym rat’s all-you-can-eat candy fantasy. Hence why Iwaizumi, very kindly classed as the world’s biggest “jock bunny” by Miya Atsumu of all people, found himself lifting weights and doing squats like his life depended on it. He’d already exhausted himself with nearly one and a half hours spent doing cardio on the treadmill next to Sakusa Kiyoomi who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but here listening to Atsumu’s pained grunts every time he did a single legged dead-lift.

“OOH! Iwaizumi-san! You’re so cool! I wish I could lift that much!” Iwaizumi’s eyes flashed with orange and nothing but orange after he successfully lifted and dropped his highest weight count yet. Wiping his sweat, he turned to look at Hinata with a small smile.

“You’ll be able to lift the same and even more in no time Hinata, I’ll help you train if you want.” He said, trying not to heave and slightly moving away from Hinata’s line of sight to raise the hem of his muscle tee to wipe at his sweat once again.

And maybe he should have used a towel instead, because before he could so much as blink, the sound of hooting and wolf whistles filled the room. His entire face went beet red, and he yanked his t-shirt down as far as it could go to hide himself.

“Sheesh, would ya look a’ that.” Miya Atsumu’s accented voice was far too teasing, an insufferable smirk curling his lips. 

“Iwaaaa! Your abs are looking almost as good as mine! Akaashi says mine are the best though!” The unadulterated sincerity that leaked out of Bokuto’s comment almost made Iwaizumi blush all over again, almost . He only replied with a pained smile. 

“Iwa-san has shocked even Omi-Omi into stillness, look at him, he’s not even snarling, he almost looks like a normal person.” 

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes at Atsumu who was biting his lip with moony eyes at a now irritated Sakusa Kiyoomi. Iwaizumi wondered when that ship was going to sail, or if it’s already sailing, you could never tell with those two. 

“Atsumu I swear to god, leave Sakusa alone and go back to working out.”

“Touchy-” Atsumu shot back, making a motion to turn away and then stopped, he looked over his shoulder at Iwaizumi and opened his rotten mouth again. “… but if you say so, Daddy ~.” He added with a wink. Iwaizumi was stunned into silence while Komori’s howling and various snickering filled the backdrop. And before Iwaizumi could even lash out he’d already put his earphones in and started back on his reps. Iwaizumi hated that he couldn’t hurt him now that the Olympics are right around the corner. Atsumu was much too like someone else he knew and just like that person, Atsumu knew exactly which buttons to press to get that tick on Iwaizumi’s forehead pulsing.

He sighed, and was about to turn away to grab his water bottle when a wall obstructed his way. He looked up to see Ushijima Wakatoshi in all his beefy, 6’2" glory.

“Iwaizumi. Your physique is quite commendable, do let me know if you would like to train together more often.” He proffered, and Iwaizumi actually spluttered this time, mouth opening and closing like a gaping fish. In the end, he could only nod as a half-arsed reply.

“Iwaizumi-san, you should wear tighter clothes more often, or better yet, just don’t wear a shirt at all. It’ll be good for the economy and team morale.” Komori, despite being Sakusa’s cousin, had a mouth so foul that it could put Hanamaki’s to shame. And after he sang out his sentences, he made a run for it out of the gym before Iwaizumi could ever catch him. That asshole was way too light on his feet. Fucking Liberos.

What was wrong with his team? One peek and they were all acting like Iwaizumi was their dinner after an especially gruelling practice session; Atsumu and Komori in particular, these men really have no shame and Iwaizumi audibly tsked. You’d think seeing half naked men in their prime on a daily would make them a little more averse or even indifferent to inflicting borderline public sexual harassment on other said males, but alas, this was Iwaizumi’s life now.

“Waahhhh! Oikawa-san is calling me!” Now that piqued Iwaizumi’s interest, his ears perked up on their own accord. Oikawa was supposed to be busy today so what gives?

Iwaizumi looked at Hinata’s mildly guilty face when he picked up the international call.

“Hi! Yes Oikawa-san!” Iwaizumi could only watch while Hinata glanced up at Iwaizumi, bit his lip and looked back at the floor. He replied to Oikawa again, “Uh huh! Yeah! Okay.”

Hinata walked towards him.

“Oikawa-san wants to talk to you.” He said, voice a little too dispirited and guilty sounding, that it almost didn’t seem like it was Hinata Shoyo at all. Iwaizumi frowned and took the phone from him.

“What’s u-,” He couldn’t even complete his sentence before a sickly sweet voice registered against his ear.

“Iwa-chan, can you at least try to keep your harem at bay? I never thought Iwa-chan of all people would be this shameless, specially since I’ll literally be in the country within 24 hours. I’m so disappointed, I-.”

“What the fuck are you rambling about? What harem?” His rapt reply, clearly heard by the team had him noting a bit of giggling and jeering, Yaku’s voice a few decibels louder than the rest. Iwaizumi made a mental note to twist his leg a little further than his comfortable range when he was going to help him stretch next time. He walked out towards the exit, still engaged in Oikawa’s reply.

“You say I’m rambling now? Shoyou sent me a video Iwa-chan! Everyone was commenting on you! Even Wakatoshi! I can’t believe-,” Iwaizumi had to hold the phone a little further away from his ears lest he go deaf.

“Of course it was Hinata… you two becoming something of best friends has, as of yet, proved to be my worst nightmare. I can’t even move a little weird and you’d already know.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me you do things that you don’t want me to know now? Is that it?”

Iwaizumi didn’t know if he was more endeared or vexed as he listened to Oikawa’s tirade.

“Yo Trashykawa, you know I tell you everything. Why are you acting like such a brat?”

“You know better than anyone else that the brattiness runs through my veins just like Volleyball Iwa-chan! Your rights for flaming me on the matter has long since been evoked!” The man’s usual baritone was completely gone, his defensively pitchy voice reserved for only those who are close to him, and Iwaizumi felt warmth spread along his body down to his toes. He  smiled, coming to terms with how he probably looked and sounded like a love struck fool as he replied. 

“I know Tooru, and I wouldn’t have you any other way. Now get your ass here soon and safely okay?” He knew Oikawa knew that he was smiling for him, because of him, Oikawa always knew.

“Yeah yeah, you’ve only ever cared about my ass Iwa-chan. If anyone knew how vile you were, they’d pass out in disbelief. Using me for my body like this, have some shame.” Oikawa’s voice was back to normal, a comfortable rasp evident in the way he spoke lowly, as if he was content bickering with Iwaizumi for hours on end, just like this.

“You like me like this though. And don’t exaggerate, everyone knows I’m no saint.”

“I call bullshit Iwa-chan, everyone there looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Do you know how fucking weird it was to see that creepy little spark in Ushiwaka’s eyes?!”

That got Iwaizumi chuckling, Oikawa’s laugh intermingling with his own and he was happy, genuinely happy. Oikawa always made him feel light, and Iwaizumi really, really liked him.

“Then take it this way, only you’ll know how quote-unquote vile I can be. Does that make you feel special enough to let this go?

“You wish I would let you off the hook that easy mister.” 

“Who said I wanted to be let off the hook?” 

“Oh I’m sorry, my bad for assuming, I guess I’ll just have you be glued to my side 24/7, would that attest to your demands? Oikawa’s voice took on some sort of awful mixture of posh and pronounced and Iwaizumi smirked as he replied to him with the same terrible accent. 

“I would like that very much, thank you for the kind offer.” 

Oikawa offered him one of his little laughs in kind repatriation. Iwaizumi could almost see him shaking his head as he laughed, eyes crinkling at the edges and brown hair loose as it swishes back and forth in motion. 

“God why are you such an idiot. Stop making me want to see you and tempting me to get into a flight right this minute.” Oikawa’s exhale was heavy, clouded as he decided to continue. “It’s been four years since I last saw you. You were just an itty bitty college boy.” He mocked and Iwaizumi rose to the bait. 

“Shut up, if anyone was itty bitty it was you. I was hunky alright! You told me I was, you can’t take it back now.” Iwaizumi threw back his reply, just wanting to hear Oikawa’s laugh again and it worked. His ears rang with a pretty little huff of laughter and his own mega-watt smile was back on his face.

“ Was , huh? What are you implying Iwa-chan? That I’m big now?” That had Iwaizumi flushing red, he had no doubt Oikawa had grown and probably bulked too, but it’s not like he’d been thinking about it or anything. Because that would be false, completely and utterly fake news indeed.

“You’re so full of it, I’m hanging up now. Anyway, you told me you’d be too busy to call me tonight so go do whatever you were doing before you decided to make my night just a little more terrible.”

“Ugh, rude. I didn’t hear you complaining when you were laughing with me just a while ago. But yeah, I do have to go so I’ll… see you tomorrow.” The last bit of it was muttered, breathlessly thrown out into the open, enough to act as substance for Iwaizumi’s mind to run wild with the information.  

He gulped drily.

“Ye-yeah, I’ll be there… at the airport. To pick you up.” He let out a scared puff of a laugh. “Yeah.” He spoke into the phone, as if placating himself.

“Yeah. Looking forward to it. Bye Hajime.” Iwaizumi’s heart lurched in his chest, Tooru was too quiet when he said his name like that, too impactful and way too intimate.

“Bye Tooru, have a safe flight.” He was about to end the call, but Oikawa was still there on the other end so before he could stop himself he spoke again. “…I’ll be waiting.”

Iwaizumi wished he could see the smile on Oikawa’s face, the one he knew was there, when the other man replied.

“Yeah, me too.” He whispered and a few seconds passed of them just breathing before the line cut off, the phone he was unintentionally holding on so tightly to, loosened in his grip as he let his hand fall to his side. He knocked the back of his head against the wall and gathered his bottom lip between his teeth, trying and failing to suppress his smile. 

He then remembered that he had to give the phone back to Hinata so he gathered himself before walking back into the gym.

He tapped Hinata on the shoulder and handed him his phone. Hinata beamed back at him when Iwaizumi mumbled a thanks and everyone was blissfully ignorant to his return. 

Until of course, Miya Atsumu, menace to society extraordinaire™ whistled suggestively, the sound loud and ringing inside the quiet walls of the gym. 

Iwaizumi dropped the phone into Hinata’s waiting hand and turned to look at the man who was doing weighted Bulgarian split squats like it was nothing but breeze work.

Atsumu had an eyebrow quirked up, signature smirk adorning his features. Iwaizumi scowled and crossed his hands in front of him in inquisition.

“What now Atsumu?”

Atsumu took his AirPod out of one ear and spoke.

“I mean nothing I guess… but you look like you’ve been through a round of intense phone sex. Is Oikawa-san that talented with his dirty talk?”

Iwaizumi didn’t have the energy, he really didn’t. So he closed his eyes for a long time. And then he opened them, made quick work of gathering all of his things, ignoring Atsumu’s entire existence, hoping and dreaming for an alternate universe where all the people in his life were normal, and walked out of the gym to head home.

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It was midday, the sun hanging right above everyone’s heads in all it’s yellow-gold magnificence. Iwaizumi was at the airport, comfortably shielded from the brilliant heat and yet; he burned. The back of his neck, his face, his hands. He felt warm, too warm in contrast to the chilly air that his skin was being hit with from inside the building’s air conditioning.

He kept checking his watch like a man depraved. He’d gotten here too early and had already been standing around for the past 40 minutes, idly passing the time. He tried distracting himself with phone but was unable to focus, constantly looking towards the elevator as if the man he was waiting for would magically appear before him. He’d thought arriving at the airport would lay rest to his nervous energy, but it only seemed to get worse, as if every molecule in his body was high on anticipation, waiting to pair with what had been separated from their side years ago.

Oikawa probably should land in the next five minutes, though Iwaizumi would still have to wait until he’d collected his luggage to see him. He gritted his teeth, jaw flexing and fingers taut over his tortured iPhone.

Unbearable, this was utterly and completely unbearable.

He huffed and lifted himself off the wall to grab coffee from the kiosk in front of him just to occupy himself with. Which in hindsight was probably not a good idea, considering he had a little too much energy and too little Oikawa to exert it all on at the moment. 

Once he got to the shopkeep, he decidedly asked for a hot cocoa before his eyes zeroed in on the rows of milk bread, so he impulsively bought ten of those as well.

Sipping his cocoa, he walked back to his designated wall and settled against it again. Right then, his phone buzzed and Iwaizumi gently dropped the bag of packeted bread onto the floor to scramble for his phone in his back pocket.

The screen lit up.

From: Shitbag Tooru :)

12:32 - I’m here.

And that’s all he said. A proper sentence. No emojis, no unnecessarily capitalised words, no stupidly excessive punctuation. It was so unlike Oikawa but at the same time, it was so much like him. When things mattered a lot to Oikawa, he got serious. Iwaizumi could only swallow air helplessly, craving this man’s warmth so much that he felt like he was the only source of heat he could ever actually depend on to fend off fierce chills. Iwaizumi was once again reminded of how much of a chokehold his best friend had on him, he could bet a healthy amount of money that Oikawa was completely unaware of what he did to Iwaizumi, definitely not that he affected him to such a degree.

To: Shitbag Tooru :)

12:34 - I’m waiting outside for you.

Iwaizumi could do nothing but wait, so he tried to calm himself down and drank his cocoa to the last drop, fiddling with his belt loops to suppress his excitement and anxiety. He successfully passed a little more than fifteen minutes going in and out of his fantasy world where everyone he knew were mermen and mermaids. Him and Tooru had a golly ol’ time pulling elaborate pranks on Hanamaki and Matsukawa only to go to their home at night and cuddle each other in a bed of soft corals. He blamed the uncharacteristic imaginations on that stupid K-drama he’d watched recently on Hanamaki’s insistence.

Shaking away the weird scenario he’d just come up with, he raised his head up to look at the elevator for the umpteenth time, when a familiar head of hair and a blue outfit appeared; and before Iwaizumi even looked at the person’s face, he knew. He sucked in a breath of much needed air as he walked forward in a much calmer fashion and pace than he gave himself credit for. Oikawa’s features registered from afar and he was beautiful, eyes going crescent in shape with the force of his smile. Iwaizumi couldn’t see the crinkles in the corner of his eyes but he knew it was there and he let his own lips pull up into a gentle smile. Because he did that , he’s the one that’s making that man smile, something as insignificant as his mere presence, was making Tooru smile and Iwaizumi loved him. He loved him so much.

Oikawa held his luggage in one hand and his duffel bag on the other shoulder as he started to descend his way down the moving elevator, clearly too impatient to wait. Once he got down to the same level as Iwaizumi, he dropped his belongings and ran over.

Iwaizumi was ready, he was readier than he’d ever been to catch the man hurtling over to meet him halfway. So he stopped, stood his ground and stabilised himself, arms already open in welcome invitation. Iwaizumi only saw wet eyes and bright white teeth before his entire body shook with impact and his right foot was forced backwards to adjust to the new weight. Long arms wrapped around his middle, a head forced its way into the crook of his neck and it took Iwaizumi all but two seconds to return the favour.

Oikawa had to bend a little to hug him, Iwaizumi realised with minute horror. But his height didn’t seem to stop him from plastering himself to every one of Iwaizumi’s ridges, to make one person of two halves.

For a minute, Iwaizumi forgot all about where they were, why they were here and all the other normal things that might run around in someone’s thoughts. Iwaizumi’s brain at this moment was blank - blissfully empty save for the relief that washed over his body. He was lax, and as of right now, someone could mug him of his phone and his wallet and he’d never realise; the ever vigilant Iwaizumi Hajime reduced to this extent of naivety with just one taste of what he’d long since marked as his home. 

He’d never felt so at peace, so safe, and it was almost laughable that one singular person was able to give him all of that without ever even realising. 

So he held the other man impossibly close, unthinkably tight to show with actions what he couldn’t say in words and cherished in the way that Oikawa didn’t care that he might break Iwaizumi with all of his Olympian strength and hugged him back just as tight. Iwaizumi craned his neck when Oikawa nuzzled in, awaiting the moment Oikawa breathed in his scent like he always did while he surreptitiously did the exact same.

They basked in themselves in silence, words too much of a bore and way too insignificant as a form of expression for the likes of them. It was Oikawa who started to swing them back and forth, Iwaizumi wordlessly allowed it, followed his movements until Oikawa breathed out a happy twinkle of a laugh onto the sensitive skin on his neck. Slowly, he halted their swaying but never unwinding himself, never that. He shuffled his feet close enough that even their legs were touching from knees to thighs, hips flush and chests merged enough for the beats of their hearts to travel into the other’s skin.

“Oh so this is why Toto left us behind.” Heavily accented English registered in Iwaizumi’s ears and judging by the huff of annoyance that ghosted across his skin from the man in his arms, he guessed that it was one of Tooru’s teammates. Their dreamscape was broken and Iwaizumi knew Oikawa too well to comprehend that the man would not stop hugging him if he didn’t steel himself and move away first.

This was Iwaizumi’s first time meeting these people, he wasn’t about to be indecent and be branded a righteous asshole by them, especially since they mattered to Tooru. So, by association, they mattered to him.

He took a step back and tried to get away only to be greeted with a whine and Oikawa stepping forward to fill in the space Iwaizumi left in his wake.

“Tooru c’mon.” He whispered, opening his eyes. He only had to move his line of sight slightly to the left to see a bunch of skyscraper-looking men staring him down like he was the next most interesting thing to cross their path since they first discovered masturbation.

He lifted one of his hands to wave at them after he shot them a helpless smile. He recognised a few of them, some smiled, some waved enthusiastically and some nodded at him. But he had to turn his attention away from them and over to the fully grown man pretending to be a toddler under his very eyes.

“Tooru, let me go. I don’t wanna be rude to your team members. Besides we’ve been hugging for a good few minutes, get off before someone here files us for public indecency.”

Another whine.

What a brat.

Iwaizumi smiled, patting his back to soothe him off of him at least.

It worked a little because Oikawa loosened his death grip the tiniest bit.

“C’mon Tooru I haven’t even gotten to see your face yet.” He coaxed, patting his back and told himself to not look too defeated when Oikawa actually stepped back, arms loosening and going limp by his sides but Iwaizumi left his fingers lingering on the other man’s waist.

Cool air invaded the space they left in-between each other and Iwaizumi instantly missed him, his scent, his ability to make him feel so much ease and the undeniable warmth that he carried with him everywhere he went. Iwaizumi bit his lip to look up and Holy Christ Tooru looked so much better in person. How was that even fair?

Iwaizumi saw him practically every day on video call and while he thought Oikawa was the prettiest thing to walk this earth, this was just completely unfair.

The Oikawa now, was nothing like the Oikawa Iwaizumi had left 4 years ago in Argentina after a surprise visit. While he still had his boyish charm, his big brown eyes and sun kissed skin from the ruthless Argentinian sun, there were other things that were… different. His nose was sharper, the swoop of it smooth from somehow never suffering a hit from a volleyball - Iwaizumi long since decided that some people just get all the luck.

Oikawa had lost all of his baby fat, Iwaizumi saw only taut skin, slightly blueish in places where facial hair was privy to grow from, a result of Oikawa’s insistence on being clean shaven at all times. His lips were somehow poutier, looked glistening under Oikawa’s favourite and inexcusably expensive Laneige lip mask - How did Iwaizumi know? How would Iwaizumi not know? He remembered everything Oikawa ever told him, the stupidest little detail to the most earth-shattering news - he stored all and every nitty piece of information safely inside his brain.

His eyes met Oikawa’s own that were studying him just like Iwaizumi was doing him. Iwaizumi blushed under his gaze and looked at the floor, his eyes unfortunately and accidentally catching broad shoulders stretching blue fabric so tightly that it left very little for imagination.

Before he blushed even more to not be able to blame it on the how sunny it was, he cleared his throat and avoided looking at the rest of Oikawa completely and turned to face his teammates instead. He brought his hands back to himself, hooking his thumbs into his jean pockets and rocking onto the balls of his feet, a clear tell of his anxiousness and Oikawa wouldn’t be Oikawa if he didn’t notice.

So he turned to face his team next to Iwaizumi, his hand came to rest across Iwaizumi’s shoulder, heavy and hot and present .

This time Iwaizumi put on a proper welcoming smile on his face, looking at the team in careful curiosity. The first things he noticed on most of their faces were telltale expressions of smugness. Some had their lips pulled up into knowing smirks and the other had one eyebrow raised in expectation.

He felt a little small under their gazes but Oikawa came to his rescue.

His hand moved, long setter fingers grazed his scalp as he ruffled his hair playfully.

“Everyone! Meet Iwa-chan! My best friend ever!” His voice was cheery, his accent a strange mix between Japanese and Spanish when he spoke English. He seemed genuinely happy, and that instantly made Iwaizumi a little less restless but Iwa-chan ? Really? They were all grown men here.

So he shot a tiny glare at Oikawa’s side profile to which Oikawa replied with an infuriatingly cute pout. Iwaizumi scrambled to look away from his lips.

He cleared his throat for the second time in the past 5 minutes.

“It’s Iwaizumi Hajime, nice to meet all of you. Tooru’s told me a lot about you guys but you’ll have to remind me of some of your names.” 

He heard himself let out a nervous chuckle and fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt. “I recognise Alvarez, Mateo and Nicholas, you guys are his floor mates right?” The three men, seemingly happy about being recognised, smiled and waved enthusiastically at him and his own smile stretched wider. They seemed like good people, Iwaizumi was glad Tooru had good friends.

“Yup! That’s us!” Alvarez was closest to Oikawa, he was his libero and Oikawa loved to drone about how much Alvarez reminded him of Hinata Shoyou mixed with a little bit of Kuroo Tetsurou and while the idea of that was all sorts of horrifying and the pairing odd as hell, Iwaizumi totally understood once he saw him in person and noted the way he acted.

Oikawa started to list down everyone’s names, and they exchanged pleasantries until Iwaizumi was familiar with all of them. 

They were interrupted when a rough voice of a teenaged boy made his presence known.

Iwaizumi heard the chatter of the rest of the members file away and out into the harsh Japanese sun, squinting their eyes and looking around the numerous cars that were here to pick up various people. 

And then his eyes were back on the two people in front of him. 

“Hi. Uhm, can I maybe get your autograph?” 

The boy looked like he was sweating buckets, he held a sharpie in his hand and was clenching his pristine white t-shirt with his other hand with nimble, long fingers wrapped in familiar tape - a setter, Iwaizumi instantly recognised. And the boy, he was looking straight at the man beside him. Iwaizumi felt his heart swell up, seeing how much Tooru had grown. How he followed his idol, Jose Blanco, created a name for himself with nothing but his own blood, sweat and tears. And here he was, standing tall and proud before this boy who seemed just as expectant as Oikawa had once been, small, innocent and full of wonder for his favourite sport as he had extended his jock strap over to get his own Idol’s autograph. To this boy, Oikawa had become Jose Blanco, if any of his nervous actions were a tell of how much he looked up to Oikawa.

On instinct, he beamed and his hand went to the small of Oikawa’s back to push him forward. Oikawa went without complaint and Iwaizumi noted the small but honest smile on his face as he pried the Sharpie from clammy hands.

“Of course! What’s your name?”

“Uhh, Takahashi… Sekai.” He mumbled, too shy as he blushed under the gaze of a man that made his dreams come true with nothing but himself to thank, a man who had a defining aura of hard-earned victory. Chills ran down Iwaizumi’s spine as he watched, unknowing of why this scene was affecting him so much, he was just so… proud .

“Alright where do you want me to sign?” Oikawa had already uncapped the sharpie, awaiting instruction.

The boy bit his lip and pointed at his chest, right above his heart and Oikawa smiled, all-knowing, as he had once been the same, and still is.

He placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder and bent down from his unfair height for better control.

And then he signed.

Best of luck Sekai! :P

Love, Oikawa Tooru.

He signed in English, his already messy handwriting even messier as he wrote over fabric, but legible enough for the boy to cherish.

“There, all done!” He chirped.

Oikawa handed the sharpie back and then the boy bowed so low that Oikawa laughed, Iwaizumi’s smile split wider. Oikawa patted the boy’s shoulder.

“Come on now, stand up. No need for all this.” He spoke in perfect Japanese, not once forgetting his roots. “Play well for me Sekai.” He spoke, ever the charmer and flashed a grin so bright the boy widened his eyes and looked at the floor before nodding furiously.

“Thank you Oikawa-senshu.” He looked up, determination in his eyes this time, and then he bowed one more time for good measure before he floundered away, unsteady on his legs.

“Senshu… huh. Got a nice ring to it eh Tooru?” He asked, smiling up at his other half, overjoyed that he lucked out and got to witness this moment. This debacle might just raise a next generation monster. Just because of Oikawa. Because now, he was someone who inspired people, his life-story worthy of all the love and popularity it gets.

Oikawa smiled, a perfect row of teeth on display as they allowed themselves to share a moment that mattered and revel in the sweet aftertaste it so kindly left behind.

And then Oikawa went to fetch the bags he abandoned, Iwaizumi did the same with the bag of milk bread. Once they started to head outside, Iwaizumi thrust the bag of bread at his chest and then turned his head away to flinch discreetly at his stupidity because his fist was met with nothing but hard muscle.

Oikawa was quick to grab it, realising what it was and then Iwaizumi felt his body being brought in close again, hands urgent and sloppy as they pulled at his bicep and shoulder.

“Oh my god Iwa-chan got me milk bread! So much of it too!” 

His exclaims had Iwaizumi laughing and patting his back. The hug was way too brief but if it stretched any longer than that, Iwaizumi would be the one that wouldn’t let go this time.

“You’re welcome idiot, it was nothing.” He still didn’t look at Oikawa, only found his wrist and wrapped his fingers around it to tug him towards his car.

He turned to the flock of men in blue once they reached within earshot of them and spoke loud enough for them to notice.

“I brought my car so if anyone wants to carpool, three of you guys can join Tooru and I.” He offered kindly in his now near-perfect English.

And of course, Alvarez smirked and held up his hand like a schoolboy asking for permission.

“Me. Me! I wanna see Toto in his so called ‘natural habitat’. That’s what he calls you by the way Iwaizumi - Anywhere with Iwa-chan is my natural habitat .” He mocked Oikawa’s voice and laughed. “The asshole told us he wanted to pee and ran away so fucking fast. I had my doubts though and I was right! He just wanted to meet you alone. Selfish, lying bastard.”

Iwaizumi turned to look at Oikawa now, smirking and way too satisfied.

“You ran to see me?” He asked him in Japanese and Oikawa spluttered.

“Shut up Iwa-chan oh my god look how smug you look. You’re horrible! So what if I wanted to hug you properly? I missed you. Brute.” He huffed and it was Iwaizumi’s turn to mirror the high blush on Oikawa’s cheeks. He immediately dropped the matter, scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled an Imissedyoutoo, barely audible but loud enough for Oikawa to hear him.

“God are you seeing this shit Alvarez? It’s disgusting.” Mateo spoke up next, arm slinging around Alvarez’s shoulder, the man in question hummed his agreement, nose scrunching up as if revolted. Nicholas came and stood beside them too, smiling a happy smile, as if he was glad to see Tooru happy, but even he nodded his head, expressing his compliance with the other two.

“I didn’t even understand their exchange but look how pink in the faces they are.”

“Ally if you don’t stop talking I’ll tell everyone about what happened on the night we were in Brazil.” Oikawa’s threat seemed to do the job, Alvarez’s eyes bulged out of his sockets and he made a show of zipping up his lips, locking it and throwing the key.

Iwaizumi laughed breezily, unintentionally cutting off whatever Mateo was going to say in reply to Oikawa’s and Alvarez’s exchange. 

“I’m guessing you three will join us then?” He asked, after he took a second to calm himself down.

“That’s the plan.” Nicholas said, voice sweet and honest.

So they waved at the rest of the team, promised to meet up at the Olympic Village upon arrival to have lunch and then they were on their way. Iwaizumi showed Oikawa all that had changed while Oikawa munched happily on his milk bread, smiling through every one of their exchanges. Iwaizumi felt Oikawa’s eyes on his side profile as he pointed out all things that were interesting enough to the three men in the backseat of his car, the trio eating their share of one milk bread because Oikawa was too stingy and only gave them one of his ‘delicacies’. 

And Iwaizumi was happy, happier that Oikawa was happy and happiest because Oikawa was finally here , right here next to him.

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Despite his own behest, Oikawa insisted they take the long route to the Village, assuring everyone that he’ll coax Coach out of the imminent lecture and naturally, Iwaizumi found himself caving, thinking, oh what the hell, why not . And caving some more when Oikawa whined about wanting a McDonald’s burger because ‘The ones there have no seasoning Iwa-chan! ’. To which Iwaizumi had questioned his eating habits as an athlete because it was actually an embarrassingly long time ago that he had let himself indulge in anything from McDonald’s himself. And Oikawa wouldn’t be Oikawa if he hadn’t crooned about how stuck up he was with his diet. Iwaizumi soundlessly agreed, he was disturbingly worried about what he put in his system. Schooling in America and learning about the ways of the body in greater detail really changed his outlook on food and drinks to the point that if he did let himself loose in a while, it would be in frighteningly mammoth intervals that would make the common man look at him like he’d grown a third head.

But of course, Oikawa had been in the same space as him for less than an hour and he had already had Iwaizumi chowing down on a Big Mac with alarming speed and greed because holy shit, surely he can chill out with the strict diet once in a while because this was good .

They made it to the Village in one piece, everyone was already at the dining hall and just so that they didn't seem rude, the five of them ate piteously small quantities of food so that they wouldn't raise suspicion.

Oikawa’s coach, who was Jose fucking Blanco, might Iwaizumi add, looked at Oikawa with a raised eyebrow. Oikawa seemed to know that Blanco knew he had already eaten something and Tooru looked only mildly guilty before he flashed all of his pearly whites at his idol, full of mirth. The edges of Blanco’s lips tugged up the slightest bit but he constrained himself and rolled his eyes, focusing back on his plate. Iwaizumi sighed next to this insufferable man. Leave it to Oikawa to charm his coach into leniency. If all it took was one stupidly idiotic grin from Tooru to make Jose friggin’ Blanco soften, Iwaizumi knew he himself didn’t stand a chance.

Definitely not when he gives you so much more than just that , his conscious helpfully supplied.

He sighed again in exasperation and Oikawa nudged his shoulder with his leaner one.

“Why are you sighing like that, you have such a weird look on your face. Stop doing that before I laugh.”

Iwaizumi turned to give him a withering look.

“Go ahead, you’d do it either way anyway.”

“Aw Iwa-chan, are you sad that I find your face funny?” That had Iwaizumi rolling his eyes so far back he saw pitch blackness for almost two seconds.

“Don’t get me started Tooru, you held this face and said ‘You’re so pretty Iwa-chan, when we’re older, be my wife!’” He mocked and watched as Oikawa’s face went red, he carried on, still. “You know? Ma still laughs with auntie about it? They called me recently and pulled my leg about it for so fucking long Tooru, I hate you.” He huffed, arms crossing in front of his chest as if, if he exhaled hard enough, his feelings for Tooru would vanish with it. But in the end, he didn’t want that, would never want that. Loving Tooru was something he was hardwired to do. It was simply as easy as existing, felt just as natural and Iwaizumi knew he wouldn’t be himself without that aspect of his life; the aspect that made him feel most alive, even though Tooru was not exclusively his.

“I was five okay! And what am I supposed to do if our mums are bullies!? It’s not like kaa-san forgets to remind me of all the embarrassing shit we got up to back then. Brings you up so much and about when I will - well never mind but yeah…” He trailed off at the end, the blush colouring his cheeks spread, all the way to the tips of his ears and to the back of his neck. Iwaizumi swallowed at the implications, his own face going warmer.

He heard a low growl from in front of him and snapped his head up to look at Mateo who had his upper lip curled up in distaste and Alvarez looking like he was in pain.

“Man I can’t even understand whatever the hell you guys are talking about but please, please for the love of all things good and true, do us all a favour and go sort out whatever this is. I can’t keep watching this, it’s hurting my poor eyes and ears.” Mateo spat, repeating more or less the same thing in different words since he had decided to comment on when he witnessed him and Oikawa first interact in front of him at Narita. 

Mateo was a lot like Matsukawa, Iwaizumi realised.

But he was too much of a stranger for Iwaizumi to be comfortable enough around to quip back in his usual fashion. Plus, Oikawa saved him the effort.

“I swear Matt please, I’m begging you, let him and I be a little awkward in peace you little bitch, we haven't met in years! See if I give you good sets during practice sessions if you keep this up.” Oikawa threatened, his mangled English accent made Iwaizumi want to pinch his cheeks in adoration but it did the job in shutting Mateo right up. Iwaizumi was humbly reminded that he was casually eating lunch with a table full of Volleyball monsters who cared about it enough for them to oblige to all of Oikawa’s whims completely. And for no other reason than the fact that Oikawa was their puppet master, he controlled the ball and hence he controlled all these men. Iwaizumi still didn’t understand how he took on so much responsibility, he would have never survived such brilliant weight on his shoulders and certainly not with the grace and elegance Oikawa pulled it off with.

Heart, once again, swelling in pride and something so much more than just that, he turned to Oikawa, placed a discreet hand on his thigh and squeezed. Oikawa jolted under his palm and the trick carried out it’s intended purpose because Oikawa looked at him with curious eyes and parted lips and Iwaizumi’s whole person lurched with want.

He figured it was high time they talked. Properly.

Licking his lips and viciously ignoring the way Oikawa’s eyes faltered to his mouth, he spoke.

“Come with me and let’s talk upstairs okay? We have to. Now .” He insisted, emphasising his sentence with another firm squeeze to a hard-muscled thigh before he retrieved it.

He didn’t want to skirt around each other any longer, he wanted more . They tried whatever was in-between and it wasn’t enough . He wanted more, all of it and even more after that, whatever Tooru was willing to give him so he could give him back twice as much.

Any more of this , whatever grey space it was, and he’d combust. Any time now, it was only inevitable.

You could never have only a bit of Oikawa Tooru and be sated with it, you’d just habitually want more of him until you could simply no longer accumulate his essence because he’d already been wrung dry and replaced with all of what you had to offer instead.

Oikawa made him feel so selfish. He’d never been like this, never was, was always willing to share and be kind to others. Still to this day, he rationed out anything and everything he could give if someone asked him of it, be it clothes, food, water, anything within jurisdiction, he’d give away without a second thought.

Oikawa made him feel different. He forced him out of the ideals that were drilled into him since he was a child and it took Iwaizumi a while to notice he was disparate around Tooru. He didn’t know what factors he could blame on why he just wanted to smother , to take, take and take from him and then some.

Oikawa made him feel foreign. It discomfited Iwaizumi, threw him off balance because he never needed this hard, towards anything or anyone, it was only ever directed to the man beside him.

He saw Oikawa’s throat bob as he continued to analyse Iwaizumi’s guise, a sliver of understanding creeping into those warm pools of light brown.

Good. Iwaizumi thought . He knew what was coming.

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It only took them a few minutes to leave the hall and head up to Iwaizumi’s designated room. He didn’t really need it since he lived just around the corner so he used it very sparingly within the two days that he and his team were stationed here. He'd been given it, so he used it to catch power naps when he was too lazy to make the walk back home. 

He prayed the Japanese Volleyball team wasn’t here since they all occupied the same floor. He couldn’t share Oikawa’s presence, not yet.

He breathed in a sigh of relief when the entire corridor was quiet, they were probably at the court practising.

He led Oikawa into his room, feeling antsy when the man followed him, the heat radiating off the warm body made him feel like his skin might sizzle painfully.

He toed off his shoes and heard Oikawa do the same behind him.

There was only one lonely little bed, so he scratched the back of his neck, his face pink for the umpteenth time today.

“There’s nowhere else to sit so… go ahead.” He gestured his hand towards the single bed and Oikawa went without complaint, Iwaizumi didn’t look at his face when he spoke but he heard the mattress creak when Oikawa settled himself on it.

He looked up and found Oikawa sitting cross legged, back leaning against the headboard and he looked like a force to be reckoned with. He was so much bigger than Iwaizumi remembered him; took up a lot of space. The tiny little bed did nothing to diminish the overbearing contrast.

Iwaizumi swallowed a mouthful of air. 

The last time they had been alone in a room together was 4 years ago, in Oikawa’s old room in a flat that he shared with 3 others, way before he moved into a nicer complex with Mateo and Alvarez, way before Oikawa subjected himself to Olympic-level training and conditioned his body to its peak.

They had been younger, stupider but a lot more braver. And they had slept together. Oikawa’s smile, his twinkling brown eyes that promised greatness, the way he called out Iwaizumi’s given name while he selflessly gave him his body, all of it was branded in Iwaizumi’s memory, never to be forgotten.

Back then, Oikawa had taken up a little less space.

Now, Oikawa’s entire persona demanded more, give me everything you’ve got , he seemed to demand, try harder .

Give me your best, Hajime, or watch me slip through your fingers. The Oikawa in his head taunted him, jeering.

Iwaizumi would be damned.

He’d be damned if he didn’t push through his anxiety, he had to at least try to make himself clear.

At worst, things would get awkward for a while until it all flit back into place, it always did with Oikawa so he wasn’t too worried about losing him completely. They were no longer so turbulent, they were older now, more sure of what mattered and what they wanted and for Iwaizumi; that thing of importance was this man.

And at most… he’d have him. He’d have Oikawa.

And really, it should have been easier bucking up, what with the way the pros so heavily outweigh the cons.

But Iwaizumi still balled his fists, a wave of trepidation falling over him as he silently watched Oikawa who stared back just as relentlessly. 

The self-destructive thoughts of not having Oikawa the way he craved, they were too overwhelming for him.

He continued to watch the way Oikawa’s eyes moved, thanking his lucky stars that he was close enough to note the way his pupils contracted and expanded with whatever part of Iwaizumi he was staring daggers into. It wasn’t awkward and stilted silence, rather, it was quiet, heated, tense, meaningful .

His eyes took in the way Oikawa’s lips moved.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me Hajime?” 

His voice was gravelly, weighed down with emotion but somehow, the way it was whispered like a secret, made Iwaizumi’s hair stand on end. At that instance, Iwaizumi realised that since Oikawa came here, despite Iwaizumi calling him Tooru left right and centre, Oikawa hadn’t once sought him out with his given name. Now, he said it in a way that made Iwaizumi feel revered, knocking the breath right out of his wanting lungs.

They were really doing this. After years of occupying uncharted territory, they were finally ready enough to address the elephant in the room.

Noticing his almost meek unwillingness to take that step forward - to approach Tooru, to reach a standstill - Oikawa smiled privately at him and decided to be braver, again. He patted the bed in front of him.

“Come here Hajime. You wanted to talk, so let’s talk yeah?” 

He seemed unbearably calm and it irked Iwaizumi. Just when did this man become so clear-headed, so wise and so grown-up? Iwaizumi almost felt left behind by him because Oikawa had gone and made himself a proper man right under Iwaizumi’s nose and the transition had been so seamless that he hadn’t ever even noticed the minute changes.

But who was Iwaizumi to refuse the likes of Oikawa Tooru?

He walked over and flopped himself at the other end of the bed, facing Tooru, and crossed his legs just like him. Their knees touched, the bed really was pitifully small to hold two grown men. 

For once, Iwaizumi allowed himself to be comforted by the warmth that his skin felt from under his jeans, pressed up against the smooth fabric of the Argentinian track suit that did a terrible job of retaining Oikawa’s body heat.

All the bones in his body were screaming at him to reach out, to touch the smooth skin on Oikawa’s cheek. Instead, he forced his hands into tighter fists, nails digging crescents into roughened skin. His hands vibrated with the pressure he unrelentingly applied but he loosened it the minute he saw Oikawa’s eyes flit down, his eyebrows drooping down into a frown.

Long fingers came forth, and his hands were suddenly encapsulated in a more well-maintained pair. Palms that Iwaizumi remembered being much softer in the past, rubbed his nail marks in unconcealed concentration.

His heart stuttered in his chest. It was unfair how gentle Tooru was being. Surely he had to know that he was only digging Iwaizumi’s grave deeper down for him?

He mustered all of his courage, entire face flaming when he looked up to Oikawa’s eyes that brimmed with unsaid words.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He said.

“Be mine.” Oikawa whispered at the same time, a broken lilt to his voice. 

Their confessions were simultaneous. The hands massaging him stopped in its ministrations. Iwaizumi saw Oikawa’s pretty eyes widen with hurt while his own ones widened in shock, heart palpitating like never before. He scrambled to explain himself, grabbed and held tight at the hands that tried to leave his grasp.

“Fuck Tooru, wait! Wait. Let me finish.”

Oikawa only frowned, lips pressed in a taut line. Waiting. As Iwaizumi had asked of him.

He took a deep breath.

“What I meant to say was. I can’t keep playing around this thing anymore, I can’t keep playing around with you . I just wanted to make myself clear. I guess I just wanted to tell you I want everything with you, Tooru. I’ll gladly have anything you can give me.”

As he spoke, he saw Oikawa’s eyes change, the emotions going from hurt, to relief to calm and finally to unreadable. Iwaizumi almost huffed with annoyance, why was he being so difficult with his emotions now of all times?

“Hey Tooru?” He held Oikawa’s hands tighter, he knew he probably looked like a cherry but his voice was eerily calm, sure, when he said, “I love you”.

And then he watched as Tooru cracked, his eyes looked wet but he didn’t cry, his Adams apple bobbed in his throat, his nose moving cutely as he inhaled laboriously.

And finally, he smiled, small and honest.

“Trust Iwa-chan to almost break my heart before glueing it back together with just a few sentences.” His voice cracked as he laughed brokenly, happily into the air between them. Iwaizumi’s heart felt heavy, unknowing of how to react now that Oikawa revealed that he had the power to have broken his best-friend’s unbeatable heart.

“I’m sorry.” And it was sincere, he never intended to hurt the love of his life, even for a second. Iwaizumi didn’t want to be that type of man. But he panicked, and said the one phrase he’d been repeating in his head for a long time counting. That he could no longer carry on with this tomfoolery, but he didn’t continue on with his sentence to add the reason for it. That being that Oikawa mattered too much to him. So he told him now.

“Sorry. I kind of freaked out a bit and wasn’t very clear with what I wanted to get across. That was my bad.” He gently ran his thumbs over the knuckles on Oikawa’s hands, trying his best to soothe him. “It’s just - we’ve been in this grey area for years now and I just. I hated that I didn’t properly know your thoughts. You can be really hard to read when you want to be.” He sighed and Oikawa listened quietly. He really had matured so much.

And with one final breath, Iwaizumi surrendered all of himself.

“You matter too much, I’m too selfish with you, I want you to love me like I love you and I want to be able to hold your hand and kiss you awake and oh god I can’t believe you’ve made me into such a sap but you’re it for me Tooru. You’ve broken my ability to think straight and the worst part is, I can’t even find it in myself to give a shit.” 

He averted his gaze to where their knees were touching, biting his lips as his heart pounded uncomfortably in his chest. He’d never before felt this vulnerable and Oikawa’s hawk-like gaze was relentless and unhelping of his internal panic. He felt his forehead burn where he knew Oikawa was staring at.

“Do you want to know when I first realised Hajime?” 

Iwaizumi didn’t look at him, but he heard the smile in his voice and his chest seized with another wave thick with love. Oikawa didn’t specify what he realised, but it went unsaid and Iwaizumi understood. He understood everything now.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t though, I’m going to tell you anyway.” Both of them laughed a bit at that, Iwaizumi was still a little too overwhelmed to make eye contact so he kept his lashes lowered.

“We climbed to my roof, and we were both stargazing. It was really, really quiet so I could hear you breathe. And I remember childishly trying to match the rise and fall of your chest. I’d already turned to look at you but you hadn’t noticed, you were still busy watching the stars. You actually concentrated on it so hard you had your little brows furrowed and younger me thought you looked so cute .” 

He huffed a laugh again, a cheery little sound. “I still do by the way, but that’s not the point. I think seeing you there that day, by my side, did something to me. I remember my heart squeezing so tightly, it was really uncomfortable and I thought, what the fuck was that? You chose that moment to turn and look at me and I saw what you were seeing through the reflection in your eyes and I felt my breath leave me. The weird feeling was kinda unbearable but I was somehow fine with it? I thought, oh, it’s Iwa-chan, it’s okay if it’s Iwa-chan, I can handle it. ” 

Oikawa took a hold of one of Iwaizumi’s hands up to his soft lips, kissing his knuckles and then put it back to its previous position.

Iwaizumi wracked his brain. They had so many days where they stargazed, it was their thing. This day could have been any one of those. Which exact day was it?

Curiosity running wild he finally lifted his line of sight to look at Oikawa to try and find answers in his face at least.

His breathing turned messy when he registered the lovelorn look on Oikawa’s face. He’d never seen that expression on him before. Oikawa had let every one of his walls fall away, willingly letting Iwaizumi read him as he wished.

“You looked at me with the same concentration you looked at the night sky, like I was just as interesting and worth your time. And I felt beautiful under your gaze, for such a small age it was a pretty intense feeling and I remember feeling a little clammy but you just smiled at me and you said, I’m really proud of you Tooru, you played damn well today, you deserved that award.” 

Iwaizumi’s entire frame filled with sadness as he slowly recalled this day. They had only been fifteen, freshly miserable from losing yet another match with Ushijima, and Iwaizumi had been blissfully unaware of Oikawa’s feelings let alone his own. He had been way too stupid, way too immature. 

“ I know you said you felt selfish with me but I think I’ve been so much worse off with sharing you since that night, the way you looked at me just sealed the deal. You looked at me and I felt like I could do anything as long as I had you by my side. You seemed like you truly believed in me and it helped me lay a little more trust in myself . And putting a name to those feelings was actually really muted, calm somehow, you know? You’d think a boy so young who had just realised he loved his best friend in more ways than one would fear the consequences that came with it. But at that moment you made me feel so invincible that accepting it was easy because for me, it was quite simple. I thought, if not you, then who?”

And then Oikawa shuffled forward, his right hand raised up to cup the side of Iwaizumi’s face, thumb grazing gently over his warm cheekbone. Oikawa looked at him like he was the only thing worth looking at, he made his entire body feel as light as a feather but was somehow miraculously strong enough to lift an entire car because Oikawa Tooru loves him and now, anything was possible.

“I love you Hajime, so much.” 

And to seal the deal and effectively chase away all of Iwaizumi’s previous feelings of anxiousness and fear of rejection, Oikawa leaned his forehead forward to meet Iwaizumi’s. They stayed there, breathing each other’s air with their eyes closed and hands intertwined between them. It was the most content Iwaizumi had felt in a long time, probably his happiest and most tranquil moment.

He didn’t know what urged him to lean down a little further, to press a ghost of a kiss at the corner of Oikawa’s smiling lips. The small sound his lips made as it left Oikawa’s skin was too loud in the quiet of the room, Iwaizumi blushed, suddenly self conscious.

He felt Oikawa’s lashes flutter against his skin as he opened them. Then he moved back, a teasing eyebrow raised up as he looked at Iwaizumi’s slightly confused and flustered face.

“Hajime, I’m sorry but what the fuck was that.” He said and his hand was already grabbing at the back of Iwaizumi’s neck to pull him forward and then he was being kissed, properly.

It took all of two seconds for Iwaizumi’s useless brain to stop troubleshooting and kiss his lover back like he deserved. Oikawa waited for him, from two years prior to when Iwaizumi’s torturous feelings had overtaken his life. That meant two extra years of yearning and Iwaizumi couldn’t have that. He had to make it up to Tooru, for being so patient with him.

Because that day, 4 years ago, it was Iwaizumi that had gotten scared, he didn’t do anything rude nor did he treat Oikawa any different after they had had sex. But maybe that was what was wrong. Although he loved him, he really hadn’t treated him the slightest bit differently after they had entangled and by now, he was smart enough to realise that Oikawa probably didn’t bring it up again because he had noticed Iwaizumi’s restlessness. 

Somehow, Oikawa always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. He now knew, that somewhere along the line, he would have fucked them over if they got into a relationship back then. He would have hurt them both and hurting himself was fine, but even the slightest prospect of hurting the love of his life would never be okay.

Oikawa had always been braver in all aspects and Iwaizumi saw the man he loved in a wholly new light now. To steel his heart and let the person he loves walk away after a night like that because he knew for a fact that neither of them were ready for something greater… turns out Oikawa had already matured leaps and bounds ahead of Iwaizumi, even at that time.

Iwaizumi thanked his fate that he was the one who got to have a man so golden, a man that glowed so very mercilessly that it blinded people.

A man that was currently kissing the living daylights out of him. 

Oikawa stole his breath and gave him his own and Iwaizumi had never felt so pliant.

Oikawa’s hands had moved down to Hajime’s hips and they kept pulling unceasingly. He pushed and pulled at Iwaizumi’s lips smoothly with his own pair, almost gently but in reality, Iwaizumi felt like Oikawa was purposefully zapping all of his energy out of his body. Their breaths were already heavy, coming out in little pants but neither stopped their lips from connecting.

A strong urge to just look at Oikawa’s flushed face was apparently reason enough for Iwaizumi to gather himself and stop his lips from running wild, halting Oikawa from following him thanks to the strong hold he managed to keep on Oikawa’s face.

He was a sight, his eyes were already love-drunk, half lidded as he fixed Iwaizumi with a look that made his spine run cold. There were significant freckles along the bridge of his nose and along his cheekbones, made even more prominent than it once had been due to the heavy blush he currently sported. He looked deviously beautiful. Iwaizumi couldn’t stop himself as he thumbed at a plush bottom lip that was red, heavy and spit-slicked.

He threw all caution to the window.

Iwaizumi raised himself onto his knees, bed creaking under him as he angled Oikawa’s head upwards and lowered himself to kiss him again. He moved forward and unabashedly straddled firm thighs. Oikawa moved his lips over his, leaning his head, searching for better angles.

Oikawa’s every push and pull of his lips had Iwaizumi’s body reacting in ways that he never thought possible. As Oikawa tended to do with most things, he seemed to have perfected this particular art too. The man knew how to kiss .

His hips were held tight again and Oikawa seemed to really like how much his hip bones jutted out with the way his fingers kept massaging the muscle there. Iwaizumi pushed himself on nothing but bodily impulse onto eager hands; a silent invitation to take .

Merely kissing someone should not feel this fulfilling, they were doing nothing more but Iwaizumi’s head was spinning with the way Oikawa experimentally started to run his tongue along the seam of his lips. Iwaizumi was already experiencing a high, he was already gone , no longer capable of cohesion.

He parted his lips in welcome and didn’t fight it when a curious tongue started to explore the depths of his mouth. When Oikawa retreated and sucked on Iwaizumi’s lower lip, he couldn’t help the small sound he made. The immediate causation of that was Oikawa’s hot breath fanning across his wet lips in a helpless huff of an exhale while he tugged insistently at Iwaizumi’s waist, trying to bring him closer but achieving no fruits for his effort.

Oikawa was about to cover his lips again when Iwaizumi placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait.” His voice was so raspy, so bothered with just this that he surprised even himself.

Keeping his eyes trained on Oikawa’s features, he grabbed the hem of his own t-shirt and lifted it over and off his body, throwing it off to the side. He didn’t really leave Oikawa any time to look because he went back to kissing him, Oikawa replying in enthused tandem. The sound of wet lips and open-mouthed sucking had heat rushing down to his lower abdomen.

Oikawa’s hands were instantly on him, the pair having a merry time tracing all of Iwaizumi’s ridges and soft spots alike. Iwaizumi shivered as he felt Oikawa’s index finger run down along his spine as if counting the bumps of his vertebrae to commit them to memory and really , it shouldn’t have left Iwaizumi so breathless.

He whimpered when Oikawa moved to kissing his neck and chose that moment to place both his hands on Iwaizumi’s pecs to run them down the expanse of his torso greedily, all the way down to play with the belt loops on his jeans.

Jeans. Right. He was still wearing those. They were getting a little too constrained but Iwaizumi didn’t really know what they were doing. Were they just making out? If they were, maybe they should take a breather, any more of this and he’ll want to go all the way.

Oikawa’s hands suddenly stopped moving over his skin. He stopped his onslaught of pecks and licks and nips and he looked like he was in pain for having to part with Iwaizumi for even a second. Iwaizumi could only watch as Oikawa removed his own t-shirt to toss it somewhere. Iwaizumi’s eyes bulged, throat bobbing as his mouth went dry with what he saw. 

He licked his lips, everything that’s happening rushing back to him like a freight train. He had Oikawa here, shirtless, heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was sitting on his lap —where Oikawa had wordlessly let him get comfortable on— and Oikawa’s hands were back on his body. He held the small of his waist, his thumbs sweeping up and down tortuously slowly as his eyes ran down from Iwaizumi’s face, down his torso all the way to his lap. Iwaizumi felt a little self-conscious; shy under Oikawa’s dilated eyes. But he didn’t say anything, only watched with heavy breath and anticipation as Oikawa took him in, the same way Iwaizumi busied his own eyes.

Iwaizumi was no small man, he was all bulk and muscle and Oikawa had been more on the leaner side. His muscles were always pronounced, Iwaizumi would remember, it had been the bane of his existence.

Oikawa had always been taller than him, but he’d shot up a few more centimetres, his shoulders were broader now and he’d bulked a considerable amount. Not as much as Iwaizumi but so damn close and Iwaizumi should have been uncomfortable sitting on such hardened thighs but he felt right at home. As if to test his theory, he scooted impossibly closer but froze when he felt Oikawa’s length under him.

A heady moan pierced the quiet of the room, a head fell over and rested above his left pectoral. Oikawa huffed a breath and Iwaizumi’s skin tingled with it.

“God Hajime please.” He whined and then he wound his arms tight around Iwaizumi’s waist, his tongue licking messily at Iwaizumi’s sternum before he defeatedly bit at the flesh of his right pec. Iwaizumi’s back bowed in and he keened, his hands trailed up Oikawa’s back, up his neck and into fluffy brown hair where he grabbed fistfuls and pulled . 

He was rewarded with a pained moan and Iwaizumi had to kiss his too-inviting lips once, twice, thrice before he spoke up.

“Stop, stop. We have to stop now if you don’t want to go all the way.” He breathed into Oikawa’s mouth before he kissed him again, open-mouthed and messy with the way he let his tongue lose control. Oikawa’s small pants were music to his ears, relishing that Iwaizumi was the one to get him so… docile.

Oikawa moved his head away but his arms were still wound tightly around Iwaizumi, their chests touching through every movement they made.

He looked up at Iwaizumi with lust-filled eyes and blinked once, lazily. And then he grinned, secured a tight grip on Iwaizumi’s waist and Iwaizumi would have never predicted what followed. Oikawa thrusted up, his length grazing the cleft of Iwaizumi’s ass, and he kept rubbing in back and forth motions; completely uncalled-for and wholly lewd. He could only gasp in surprise, his head felt heavy with how turned on he was and he let it fall onto the crook of Oikawa’s neck, unable to lift up the weight of it anymore.

“Let me… this time, let me. Let me fuck you Hajime.”

The Universe was really testing Iwaizumi today. Oikawa had no right being this beguiling, those words did so much damage to Iwaizumi’s brain that his body took over for him. He opened his mouth and with focus he didn’t know he possessed, he licked a line over the corded line of muscle along Oikawa’s neck all the way to his earlobe. Moaning, he took it between his lips, tonguing at it while his hips ground into Oikawa’s.

“Oh… my god. Fuck.” Oikawa’s voice was weak when he groaned out and Iwaizumi’s ears swallowed the sound eagerly while he busied his hips and his mouth that made its way back down and was now sucking a terrible bruise where Oikawa’s neck met his shoulder. Oikawa turned his head to the side, giving Iwaizumi all the space he needed as he too, started to match Iwaizumi’s gratingly pleasurable pace; enough for him to dapple for more but not enough for him to tip. It made Iwaizumi’s vision go blurry and he scrambled to bring himself back to Earth.

Holding Tooru in his arms, he lifted himself onto his knees and laughed a little when Oikawa mewled in protest, grabbing his body closer to his own, his hold firm. Iwaizumi shrugged and let Oikawa follow, keeping them glued together as he kneed back further enough for Oikawa’s head to fall safely onto the pillow and Oikawa naturally followed him. Once he moved a safe distance away, he put his hands on Oikawa’s upper chest and pushed with considerable strength. Oikawa was forced to let go and his back hit the sheet with a creak of disdain from the bed and a heavy gasp from pretty lips. His hair splayed out over the white pillow covers and Iwaizumi took a moment to admire the view beneath him.

Oikawa’s eyes were practically closed, lashes fluttering with the effort of keeping his eyes at least mildly open, enough to look up at Iwaizumi resting on his waist. His lips were glistening as he nibbled on the already bothered flesh with his teeth. Oikawa’s chest was moving heavily, searching for air. Iwaizumi followed the way he instinctively tautened his abdominals under his watchful eyes and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands and tongue all over it because Oikawa was just too goddamn beautiful. Always had been. Right now, looking like that under Iwaizumi, he looked the picture of what anyone would call downright erotic and it’d be a sin if Iwaizumi didn’t appreciate every inch of him with his mouth, give him all the attention he deserves. He wanted to not just give Oikawa all of himself, he wanted to pull the life out of him, drain him of his mighty Olympic stamina and make a mess of this beautiful man - in more ways than one.

So he did just that.

He went on all fours before he bent his elbows, his weight resting on his forearms so his head was comfortably positioned right above Tooru’s crotch. Before he did anything else, he looked up with a quirked brow and no other expression that would give away his desperation to have Oikawa in his mouth. His position was suggestive enough, his quirked brow apparently spoke volumes to Oikawa’s glazed eyes and he moaned, throwing his head back as he spread his legs completely for Iwaizumi to settle properly between him. Iwaizumi willed his eyes away from the exposed neck and the constant bobbing of Oikawa’s throat to focus on the matter at hand.

He hooked his index fingers on either sides of the track pants but he only pulled down slightly, lowering his head to nose along Oikawa’s pronounced v line, completely addicted. God , he was sinful, Oikawa shouldn’t be real, no one should be this alluring. Point blank. Iwaizumi’s nose filled with the scent of coconut body lotion mixed with natural masculine musk, and he basked in it.

He couldn’t help his tongue from peeking out and licking at the beginnings of a clearly shaved happy trail gone darker over the ages. Oikawa’s hand buried into his hair, tugging him closer as he helplessly inched his hips off the bed.

“No. Stay there.” Iwaizumi rasped and wasted no time pulling Oikawa’s pants and boxers down to his knees so he could quickly restrain his hips and he watched Oikawa spring free, half hard and a little wet at the tip. His mouth gathered wetness and he had to gulp it down to make sure he didn’t drool. His eyes flashed to those hip bones and relished in the way they writhed under his touch.

“Please - please, please. Please .”  Oikawa groaned, trying hard to move his hips upwards, but Iwaizumi’s grip was relentless. He didn’t give him the leeway nor the satisfaction of reaching his lips that were mere inches away from Oikawa’s dick. Only allowing his breath to ghost above it. 

When pushing his hips up didn’t go his way, he used the hands he had in Iwaizumi’s scalp to push him down instead and really, Iwaizumi didn’t see it coming so he was forced down.

Shrugging it off and thinking, okay Tooru you win this time , he tongued at the head.

And then, he had a thought. If he could smirk while licking at a now fully erect dick, he would.

Feeling completely and utterly evil, he sank down, taking Oikawa with hollowed cheeks all the way to the base. Oikawa keened under him, fingers expertly strong with the way it scrunched at his hair and Iwaizumi almost whined with pleasure, almost .

And then he stilled. He looked up at Tooru with a blank visage but he knew the blush on Oikawa’s face was mirrored on his own. He could somewhat control his body movements in these situations, but he couldn’t control where his blood rushed to; he seethed at the fact. 

Oikawa looked like he was in pain, he stared back at Iwaizumi and when he still didn’t move, he finally huffed out, understanding. 

And then he grinned.

“You’re gonna kill me Iwa-chan.” And Iwaizumi had to be a menace, so he tightened his lips around the girth and lifted his head up, ears perking at the way Oikawa’s breath hitched before he moaned, popping off the length from his mouth. 

He offered Oikawa a smirk. 

“That’s the plan. Now work for it.” He demanded and without waiting for Oikawa’s reply he sunk back down, loving the way Oikawa impatiently tried to move his hips up so Iwaizumi would go down on him a little harder and quicker. 

Iwaizumi took his hands away from Oikawa’s hips, taking away the previous constrictions, looked up at hazy brown eyes again, expression daring.

“Good lord.” Oikawa muttered and then his entire body was being flipped way too easily, he had no control under the force of it, his head trapped between strong -fuck that was hot - thighs. Oikawa kneeled in front of him, his cock still rested heavy against Iwaizumi’s tongue that was impulsively itching to move, to give pleasure like it wanted to. His own legs were bent, his body precariously close to the edge of the bed but still on it. They weren’t going to fall, so he paid all his attention to the man above him. Oikawa’s track pants were still halfway on and he looked uncomfortable with them on in this position. Sensing his discomfort, Iwaizumi loosened his lips and Oikawa got the message. He slid himself out of Iwaizumi’s mouth and stood off to the side to make quick work of his clothes and deem himself completely naked in the tiny room; his figure looming and imposing; strong and unshakeable - an Olympic athlete by all means and rights. Iwaizumi’s heart surged with pride and so much of lust, eyes taking in as much of Oikawa’s tanned skin and muscles as he could before Oikawa moved towards him.

He looked at Iwaizumi meaningfully before he rested his hand on his jean button and Iwaizumi smiled cheekily at him in response, hips inching off the bed in invitation. And the next minute, there they were, naked together, about to do something sinful and unorthodox that just felt too damn right for them to ever question how allegedly wrong it was according to societal norms. A strong sense of deja vu filled his insides but he knew, this time, this would stick - he had no doubts.

Not when Oikawa was looking at his body like he could eat him up only to soften his gaze when it landed on Iwaizumi’s flushed face and proceed to ignore the rest of his body to lean down and press his lips to Iwaizumi’s cheek, feather-light and calming. Iwaizumi shied away from the look he received, face flaming and body flushing to the bone. This , he’s always thought, is where lust and love is at it’s most glaringly obvious odds. People mix the two notions up too much, lust is hot, it's sensual and it's gratifying but love, love is what confuses people, leaves them feeling like a mess; it’s complicated and hard but it’s a natural phenomenon. Whatever said and done, everyone -despite someone’s insistence that they don’t- would crave that feeling of warmth that comes from being comforted, cared for, by a person they loved - platonic or otherwise. It was a hell of a lot more than a rough round of hungry sex. 

And predictably for Iwaizumi, it was not the desire and physical attraction that impacted him so much, rather, it was that look of doting love that Oikawa had greeted his face with that made him so loonily embarrassed. 

His actions earned him a whisper of ‘ cute ’ and another kiss, this time on the tip of his nose and then Oikawa was placing his knees onto either sides of Iwaizumi’s body using his core strength to balance himself as he held Iwaizumi’s face to carefully lick into his mouth on the first try. Iwaizumi moaned into his mouth, opening up freely and reciprocating, head lifting off the mattress effortlessly to apply more pressure to the kiss. 

They stayed like that for a while, smacking lips like they were born to be here for the rest of their lives until Iwaizumi started getting impatient. His hips inched upwards, trying to find friction for his unattended length but coming up with nothing but air. 

Oikawa though, sensed his movement and Iwaizumi felt more than saw the smirk on his face as he stopped kissing him like he wanted to inflict death upon him through oxygen depravation.

“Impatient are we? You seemed a lot more put together when you wanted me to fuck your mouth Hajime.” The groan that left Iwaizumi’s mouth while he closed his eyes and let his head fall back was wholly precedented. God, what a foul mouth. He really wanted to quip back lamely with something like, ‘ You kiss your mother with that mouth? ’, and he would, he really would have - if it hadn’t knocked away the little bit of breath he had in him and didn’t make his dick twitch in anticipation. 

But he managed a weak little ‘ Fuck you ’, and then winced, already knowing what Oikawa would say. 

“That’s the plan.” Bingo. Oikawa mirrored his previous teasing words, an annoyingly melodic lilt to his voice. Iwaizumi lifted his head again to glare at him, Oikawa only smiled brighter, self-satisfied.

“I hate you.” 

“Well too bad, I love you.” And then Oikawa shuffled forward, enough so until they were back in their previous position and Iwaizumi could comfortably take him into his mouth. “Now make good on your promise.” 

He was utterly shameless, but lucky for him, Iwaizumi was no prude - rather, all that was swimming across his head right now was how hot this was, how sexy Oikawa was being. And despite how these acts and words were far from wholesome, the current Iwaizumi was so plagued that he could only think about how much he loved him so much that he wanted to make Oikawa’s vision go blind considerably for a few seconds, make him come so hard that all he’d remember was Iwaizumi’s given name. Hajime. That’s all he should remember because Iwaizumi would be so good for him, he’d make sure of it.

Oikawa wanted to top, fine, he’d still make him as breathless as he could from under him then. 

Challenge glinting in his eyes, he shifted his upper body’s weight onto his forearms, both his hands wrapping around the hard flesh right above both of Oikawa’s knees respectively. He opened his mouth, tongue peeking out just a little and looked up to Tooru with his best ‘come hither’ look. He blinked innocently as Oikawa’s eyes ran down his frame, from his open mouth to his obviously ruffled hair and down to his biceps that were tensed with the weight it carried and finally at his flexed and bowed torso. 

Iwaizumi liked to think he was an ordinary looking man, he thought he looked maybe just a little bit over average on good days but people kept telling him otherwise. He’d go look at himself in the mirror in those instances that he had a really hard time believing them and decide that people were being nice and were lying to his face. But at this moment, he believed them, he believed all of them because Oikawa was looking at him like that; like he’d never seen anyone so pretty and Iwaizumi recognised it all too well because he’d so often have that same expression painted on his face when he looked at Oikawa. Nothing was more gratifying than being looked at like that by the person you love. Oikawa’s gaze made him feel attractive, made him feel hot and desirable. He decided he really liked the power Oikawa handed to him with just one look. 

He raised a brow, nudging himself closer to Oikawa’s dick, enough for the head to come in contact with his lips. Oikawa looked like he was hypnotised with the way he stared and unwittingly brought his hips forth, closer, closer, closer… until he was all the way inside and Iwaizumi adjusted his jaw - slackening but keeping his lips a tight ring around the base and then relaxed completely. He lowered his lashes, softened the tautness in his abdominals and his body was entirely lax, easy to be taken control of. It was an act that spoke a few decibel louder than words ever could; go on then, have your way with me. 

Oikawa’s eyes, though still heavy, glinted with some strange emotion. And then he started rocking. A tantalising rhythm of needy back and forth thrusts and Iwaizumi welcomed him through it, his own dick leaking while he grasped at lower thighs like it would somehow ground him from coming untouched.

Hot. It was too hot . Iwaizumi was sweating and it was not because of the humidity. 

He moaned around a mouthful of cock and Oikawa bowed out over him, groaning as he grabbed Iwaizumi’s head desperately and quickened his motions. All Iwaizumi was thinking about was getting fucked good, just like this. The promise that Oikawa’s angled and precise thrusts brought with them kept a steady flow of blood going down to his abdomen, curling into something thick and heavy and wanting of release. 

“Fuck you look so pretty like this Haj, haaah, Hajime~.” A whine accentuated the words that left Oikawa’s lips, Iwaizumi continued to stare at him, to enjoy the visuals of the blissed out face above him. He felt both power and a sick sense of enjoyment from being used like this. He’d never felt the latter emotion before, but if getting used by Oikawa felt this fulfilling, then who was he to ever complain?

He tightened his lips and started to use his tongue to aid Oikawa in his endeavours, loving the way Oikawa’s abs went prominent and his breath fell short in response. 

“Stop, oh my god don’t do that. I’ll come if- if you do that.” Oikawa’s raspy voice mewled in complaint and only two more thrusts pertained before he pulled himself out completely, leaving Iwaizumi’s mouth so pitifully empty. 

A few seconds passed in silence with Iwaizumi’s eyes closed, trying to compose his breathing pattern. Then he heard a slap, his eyes flew open to see Oikawa’s hand leaving his forehead that carried a telling little red sign from the force of his hand. Iwaizumi looked at him like he’d grown a third head. 

“Fuck.” Oikawa whispered and Iwaizumi’s heart fell in trepidation. What happened? Did he do something wrong? Was he regretting this? 

“What? What happened? Are you o-.” He was cut off when Oikawa looked at him with stern eyes. 

“Please. Please tell me you have condoms and lube on you.” Iwaizumi’s mouth fell open but his heart eased, he finally let himself breathe a bit only for Oikawa’s question to register in his head and have all of his current ‘ease’ fall away pathetically. 

“I- shit.”

“No. Nonono oh my god this is not happening.” Oikawa, honest to god, looked so disgruntled as his pouty lips spat words out in denial. As if saying ‘no’ would make it any less real that they didn’t have any protection to use. Iwaizumi sighed, reaching up to console and then froze as he remembered. He bolted upwards into a sitting position, his hands already on Oikawa’s hips to push him off of himself.

“Wait! Wait! I actually might! Let me check.” He was off the bed in an instant, buck naked, hope and urgency causing him to fumble as he rummaged through his sports bag that he carried everywhere. He found a whole box of condoms and a bottle of lube in a tiny compartment, hiding under his first aid equipment. He almost yelled out a triumphant little ‘aha!’, but steeled himself because he was 27 years of age and it was probably in his best interests to not portray himself a child in front of the man he was about to get fucked by. Although, Oikawa would probably just call him cute and Iwaizumi wouldn’t like that because he was not cute. 

“I’ve got it!” He exclaimed anyway and looked at Oikawa with glee, watched the way Oikawa smiled so wide his teeth bared and his torso went pliant.

“Oh thank fuck.” It didn’t take him too long to frown at Iwaizumi again though, right eyebrow raising while his eyes snapped from the box of condoms to the bottle of lube to Iwaizumi’s face and to finally fall on his official Olympic work bag. 

Iwaizumi wanted to knock his head on a wall and maybe die while he was at it.

 “Wait no it’s not what you think-.” That earned him an even more unimpressed look, he didn’t look mad though, just amused and Iwaizumi’s face blushed so hotly.

“I didn’t know Iwa-chan was so… adventurous.” A disgustingly annoying smirk settled on his face. 

“Fuck you Oikawa I didn’t buy this, I was given it.” That earned him both eyebrows shooting up. Please. Someone fucking come kill him. Right this instant. That sounded so wrong even to him. 

“NO! No for fucks sake it was Matsukawa!” Now Oikawa looked like he had so many questions. Iwaizumi was this close to sweating buckets. Why is fumbling over his words so much? 

“Why is Mattsun giving you lube and condoms Iwa-chan? Do I have to have a talk with him?” He looked genuinely concerned, mostly confused but that glint in his eyes also looked a tad bit murderous. 

Iwaizumi sighed. 

“Are we really even questioning him? I vaguely remember him just mumbling about me being too prudish and having to hook up with someone to calm down… something about hot athletes at the Olympics.” Hearing this, Oikawa breathed out in what seemed like relief, then smiled and bit into his soft bottom lip, and suddenly the mood was back up. The air filled back with frustration that was equal parts both impatient and sultry. Just one look from Oikawa, and it was enough, that was all it took, that’s all it ever took for Iwaizumi.

“Well, well, well. Lucky you then eh? I’m a hot athlete, we’re at the Olympics and we love each other. Life’s good huh?” He smiled knowingly at Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi couldn’t help but smirk back and indulge him. 

“Yeah, yeah life’s great, now if we could please just-,” he gestured between them, “- you know.” 

“Know what Iwa-chan?” He asked as if he wasn’t already naked with a hard-on and hadn’t just taken said hard-on out of Iwaizumi’s lax mouth mere minutes ago. 

Iwaizumi laughed, truly humoured by this insufferable man who he loves so, so much. 

“I can’t believe you.” He exhaled the words out and with the newfound equipment in hand, he was bounding forward. He dropped the box and bottle onto the bed before urgently knotting his hands in tufts of hair and wasted no time in shoving his tongue down Oikawa’s throat. 

Oikawa moaned, his hands wrapped around Iwaizumi’s waist, bringing him closer while he let Iwaizumi take the upper hand, willingly letting him dominate the kiss. He was letting Iwaizumi kiss and bruise his lips raw, only adding to fuel to the fire with the tiny whimpers he made from the back of his throat when Iwaizumi bit into a plump lower lip and pulled it out before pushing it back in with his tongue in smooth, practised movements.

 “Jesus where - where did you learn this shit.” Oikawa spoke in between mind numbing kisses. Managing to somehow speak a whole sentence and do it in a matter that was comprehensive. He didn’t ask a question, just stated as a passing comment, Iwaizumi answered anyway. 

“America.” And then he twisted his tongue with Oikawa’s, licking into the roof of his mouth, revelling in how messy he made their fusing lips become because kissing Oikawa like this felt like a fever dream, something out of his deepest desires and it was happening. And Oikawa was reciprocating. Eagerly. 

Iwaizumi wanted to swallow him whole; for he was hungry. 

When Iwaizumi felt Oikawa’s hips buck into him when his hand grasped Oikawa’s left asscheek tight enough to bruise, he stopped kissing him. He moved further, over to Tooru’s earlobe and bit teasingly, then whispered.

“Go on then. Fuck me like you wanted to.”

Before he was even able to catch his bearings, his back hit the sheets and Oikawa’s mouth was already latched to the skin on his V line. His stomach tightened on instinct when he felt soft wetness, Oikawa’s tongue swirling on his hot skin and Iwaizumi just had to lift his head to sneak a peek. He did, and was found breathless with the way Oikawa seemed so intent and concentrated while he kissed down Iwaizumi’s corded muscle to finally reach his crotch. 

He looked up at Iwaizumi, long lashes framing almost black eyes, stark in sex-induced haze as he grinned cheekily. He kept eye contact as he lowered his head and flattened his tongue over the head of Iwaizumi’s dick and it made him groan, depraved because he had been left unattended for way too long. His hips thrusted up when Oikawa puckered his lips to give it a measly little peck. It sent tendrils of feeling rushing down to his lower belly, accumulating with the rest of the heat at large. 

Iwaizumi lifted himself onto his elbows to watch whatever Oikawa was doing. He was greeted with Oikawa ripping the protective plastic from the unopened bottle of lube with his teeth and really, it shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was. Iwaizumi blushed at the promise of more that came when Oikawa finally was able to uncap the lid, turning the bottle over to coat his thin and elegant fingers. He rubbed his index and middle fingers together, making sure every millimetre was coated and slippery, and the worst part was, he stared right at Iwaizumi while he did so. Iwaizumi’s face was so hot , he was suddenly well aware of all the places his bare body was touching Oikawa’s naked flesh, spreading heat into him - enough so to make him feel like he was borderline searing . 

He gasped, shocked when Oikawa wasn’t gentle at all as he spread Iwaizumi’s legs apart to slide in between him, settling himself rather smugly. Iwaizumi glared at him, trying to display feigned annoyance while his mind was reeling on the inside with how effortlessly Oikawa just moved his limbs because really, Iwaizumi knew that he was not light or small. 

Oikawa only smirked smugly, clearly knowing what he was doing along with the detrimental effects his actions brought to Iwaizumi’s ability of thinking straight. He leaned down and kissed the inside of Iwaizumi’s thigh as consolation and all it did was make Iwaizumi’s head spin, still feeling the shape of Oikawa’s lips on his skin even when it was long gone. 

Iwaizumi watched, a little self conscious, as Oikawa took his sweet time glazing his eyes over Iwaizumi’s hole that was completely at his mercy. Iwaizumi’s legs tried to close into each other, going on survival mode, but he was stopped instantly, Oikawa’s un-lubed hand grasping tight and pushing his thigh back to where it rested previously. 

“Uh-uh, keep ‘em open for me Hajime.” And as an afterthought, he murmured, “God. You’re so beautiful.” He almost spoke as if he didn’t actually intend for Iwaizumi to hear his comment, as if he mumbled it for his own self. Iwaizumi noted the brutal blush on his cheeks, easing when he knew that Oikawa was just as flustered about this as he was. 

With renewed confidence, Iwaizumi shuffled forward, offering himself to Oikawa and his coated fingers. Oikawa’s eyes widened slightly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he brought his fingers over to where Iwaizumi’s thighs met. 

“Tell me if I hurt you okay?” His voice was stern when he looked at Iwaizumi for assurance. 

“I won’t break Tooru, but yeah, okay. I will.” He braved a confident smirk at Oikawa who smilingly gathered his bottom lip into his mouth. He suddenly moved and gave his weight to his hands, as if he were doing a push up and loomed over Iwaizumi’s body. 

He stole the air right out of Iwaizumi’s lungs when he kissed him again, for the nth time today, as if kissing Iwaizumi was the most gratifying thing. Oikawa made sure he took all of his hunger and want and copious amounts of love to release all of the feelings that made him Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime his one and only. He expressed in abundance just how much he wanted this and everything that came with it. And Iwaizumi absorbed it all, returned it in extension, held onto him like he should have a long, long time ago. Because they were here now, where they belonged. 

This moment was fragile. They were lost in each other, the feelings they’d suppressed for ages on end coming forth to envelope the two of them and protect them from all the ugly that rested outside of their self-made barrier. Iwaizumi’s body acted on its own volition, his legs wrapped around Oikawa’s waist, his hands clutched Oikawa’s strong shoulder’s like he was holding on for his life, like Oikawa was the only thing willing to give him a vague sense of stability. 

He didn’t even notice that Oikawa had given all of his weight to just one forearm, his other hand had snaked in-between their bodies. He chose that moment to rub a wet finger against his entrance and Iwaizumi only stilled in moving his mouth against Oikawa’s for just a second before he carried on like nothing out of the ordinary happened. 

And when he felt Oikawa wriggle a finger inside, stretching the right ring of muscle, he gasped into his mouth. Oikawa swallowed it like he was expecting this reaction out of Iwaizumi, was ready to breath him in.

 Oikawa went slow, but his aggression was directed elsewhere. Iwaizumi’s lips felt bruised but every molecule in his body urged him, telling him, ‘ let him bruise them, just kiss him back anyway, even if it hurts’. Iwaizumi listened. He focused on how Oikawa made him feel like he was soaring instead of the slight discomfort he felt in his most vulnerable area. Oikawa was already knuckle deep in him with one finger, he eased him into it, being so very gentle as he coaxed Iwaizumi. 

This means something to them. It means a lot. 

It means healing from their previous hurt feelings. It means love over desire. It means bravery. It means the unwillingness to yield to society. It means quiet surrender to each other. It means the end of an era. It means new beginnings. It means everything in between and everything far and wide that awaited them. 

And Iwaizumi was anything but scared as he accepted it all; the way he knew Oikawa already had. Like the way he was talking to Iwaizumi with his actions because words could probably never encompass what it meant for them to hold each other like this, to indulge so intimately.

Oikawa was already fully in, his middle finger curling around inside, forcing Iwaizumi’s walls to widen enough to let him fit in. The same way he did with his life. He walked in and made his own space within Iwaizumi’s being and no one could ever fit there apart from the man himself, because it was moulded exclusively for him and him only.  

“You okay?” Oikawa more or less breathed into his mouth than spoke. His finger was still prodding inside and Oikawa had been so careful easing himself in that Iwaizumi felt no discomfort at all now. 

So he answered honestly. 

“Perfect.” And to emphasise his point, he pushed his waist down on Oikawa’s long finger, eyes flying open when the pad of it brushed a spot so sensitive that it had Iwaizumi keening, back arching off the bed and into Oikawa’s torso, eyes screwed shut.

“More.” He gasped and Oikawa groaned in frustration. 

“Want you so bad Hajime.” His lips grazed the hot skin under Iwaizumi’s jaw with every word he spoke, breath ghosting and making Iwaizumi’s hair rise.

“Then take me goddammit.” He grabbed Oikawa face to kiss and bite at his lips, Oikawa let him, easing his tongue into the mess of things. 

That was green-light enough for Oikawa to add in another finger, this one felt a little thicker but it was still long and the knuckles were controlled as it gently fingered him open. Iwaizumi was breathing heavy, erratically, against Oikawa’s lips as he willed himself to adjust soon so he could make Oikawa feel good too. 

“Being so good for me Hajime.” He mumbled, voice thick and dazed and distant.

 Oikawa scissored his fingers, the longer finger of the two kept applying tender pressure to the bundle of nerves inside Iwaizumi. He left Iwaizumi feeling boneless by controlling how much force he applied so that Iwaizumi would almost feel touch-starved. He silently urged Iwaizumi to beg for more from the unrelenting man that was making his body feel euphoric confusion mixed with denied gratification.The touches felt phantom, and Iwaizumi was reminded of how strong Oikawa’s fingers were; well trained and well kept. All this time in passing, Iwaizumi has always admired the gentle slope of the knuckles and the almost effeminate length of the nimble fingers - fingers of a magnificent setter, through and through. But Iwaizumi had never let himself indulge so far into his brain to think about what they would feel like inside him, opening him up with the same careful precision Oikawa applied to his meticulous sets that earned him a spot on the world stage. 

He whined, pushing his hips into Oikawa fingers like a depraved animal. Oikawa let out a ghost of a laugh at Iwaizumi’s impatience but he didn’t care . He couldn’t give less of a shit. 

He just wanted Oikawa. 

Oikawa was seemingly satisfied with how much he’d managed to stretch with the strength of two of his fingers and proceeded to wantonly fuck Iwaizumi with them. This time he hit Iwaizumi’s sweet spot without relenting, aiming and delivering with every thrust with digits that reached impressively far into Iwaizumi’s heat. 

Oikawa littered kisses all over Iwaizumi’s face, along the line of his clavicle, down his sternum and then all the way back up to suck a mean hickey under Iwaizumi’s jaw. Iwaizumi let him, his concentration entirely focused on everything that Tooru did with every part of his body. His eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure with the way Oikawa was twisting his wrist to press harder into him. His mouth was open, he knew he probably didn’t look too appetising but Oikawa didn’t seem to notice enough to comment so Iwaizumi wouldn’t do anything about it. He was too far under anyway. 

His length was left unattended but Iwaizumi thought that if Oikawa kept this up, he’d come untouched, with just the grace of talented fingers. And he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to be embarrassed either. Because those were a setter’s fingers. Setter fingers that belonged to Oikawa Tooru no less. If anything, it shouldn’t be surprising at all if Iwaizumi came just like this.

As much as he’d love that though, he wanted Oikawa in him. So that they could both feel good. Iwaizumi just wanted to give already, to surrender like he’s wanted to for a while. 

“Hnghh fuck - enough. I can’t… ah.” Oikawa slowed his ensuing torture on Iwaizumi’s body, but still continued in slow thrusts.

“Can’t what Hajime? Want to stop?” He asked, already half-way pulling his fingers out. Iwaizumi stopped him with his own hand wrapped around a thick bicep.

He opened his eyes at last to see Oikawa’s slightly worried eyes.

“Not that you idiot. I - fuck. I’ll come if you don’t stop fingering me like that.” He admitted and welcomed the blush that splattered Oikawa’s face that sported two widened eyes. Then, Oikawa smiled shyly and leaned down to give Iwaizumi a peck.

 “Iwa-chan would come untouched with just my fingers? How exciting. We should try next time no?” He asked, grinning deviously to mask how flustered he was and Iwaizumi was weak for it. He looked away, embarrassed with the sprout of arousal that spread down his spine at the thought of doing something like that. But he nodded nonetheless and heard another whine of frustration from Oikawa. He looked at him again. 

“I was just joking but god Iwa-chan you really want me to die today huh?” He mumbled, hiding his face in the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck. Iwaizumi couldn’t help the breathless chuckle that left his lungs, free and happy. 

“C’mon Oikawa. I’m waiting.” He said and lifted his hips so that it was closer to Oikawa’s length. 

“Mmm, okay.” And then Oikawa was pulling his fingers out and Iwaizumi felt himself flutter with the sudden emptiness. Oikawa opened his lips and ran his tongue against Iwaizumi’s salty skin, right along the jut of his throat, forcing him to swallow on nothing habitually. 

Pressing one final kiss to his collarbone, Oikawa let go of his hold on Iwaizumi’s body and sat back on his heels to search for the box of condoms. 

He more or less tore the box in his impatience and Iwaizumi laughed fondly when Oikawa blushed. Almost as if Oikawa wanted to get him back for being amused, he opened the foil packet with the help of his teeth, one of his hands came to rest comfortably against Iwaizumi’s upper thigh as he did so. The sight did something terrible to Iwaizumi’s body. Biting his lips, Oikawa used experienced fingers to roll it onto himself. 

Huffing, he looked up at Iwaizumi. 

“Can we both get tested and quit with these things if you’re okay with it? They’re so time consuming Iwa-chaannn.” He whined like the overgrown baby he was and Iwaizumi flushed but still scoffed to reply.

“You’re such a brat.” His eyes were blessed and cursed when he saw Oikawa pout, it was adorable and Iwaizumi was so gone for him. Shaking his head, he sat up so that he could reach Oikawa. He teasingly ran his index finger along the line of Oikawa’s still pouty lips and then leaned closer to kiss it off of him. He held Oikawa’s head in place when he tried to chase his lips to whisper. 

“Fine. We’ll get tested.” Oikawa’s hand ran appreciatively down the span of his torso, tracing the bumps and dips of his muscles with his index finger and it made Iwaizumi feel ticklish but he couldn’t even laugh. Oikawa ravaged his lips, finding angles and entangling his tongue with Iwaizumi’s in ways that left him no other choice than to yield. His other hand was rummaging around somewhere and Iwaizumi barely heard a lid being uncapped. 

Ah. The lube. 

Within seconds, not only had Oikawa blindly somehow covered his dick with lube but he also felt around Iwaizumi’s waist to find his entrance. He squeezed the cold liquid all over, making a mess of them and the sheets. Iwaizumi’s spine bowed when the foreign substance landed on a spot so sensitive that he gasped, unaware of whether Oikawa warming around his rim with his fingers was making him feel better or just more frustratingly empty.

“Hurry up Tooru.” His voice was a wreck when he addressed Oikawa, but he brushed it off when Oikawa moaned into his mouth as a promise of an okay. 

Oikawa’s fingers retreated and he messily wiped it on the far end of the sheets before he cradled Iwaizumi’s body to lay him back down. He came with him and braced himself right on top of his body with his elbows. Oikawa’s mouth unassumingly kissed every inch of skin on Iwaizumi’s face and neck, tongue joining the scintillating dance. Iwaizumi could only hold Tooru’s waist to ground himself because with Oikawa’s length lining and grazing him, he was seeing stars. 

Oikawa shifted his weight to one arm and reached between them with his right, he held himself in his hand and guided himself to Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi felt himself still as he felt the stretch, the first ring was always the worst ever. He braced himself against the pain but Oikawa had done an awfully good job preparing him considering he’d only ever bottomed twice before and both times, both parties had been slightly tipsy. Iwaizumi didn’t regret it, he was still on good terms with both of those people and they had been conscious enough to be in their right minds, the alcohol only just made him braver. But so far, Oikawa made Iwaizumi feel so precious with the way he was handling him, like causing pain to his Iwa-chan was like causing pain for himself. He shivered in anticipation when his brain helpfully conjured up a few scenarios for him to think about. One of which was, ‘Now that he’d prepped you so carefully, will he let go of himself enough to be rougher later?’.  

Unthinkingly, he pushed his hips down on Oikawa who was talking his time sinking into him and the sudden movement had them both groaning, one in pain and one in pleasure. Oikawa’s hot breath washed over his chin from how they were positioned when he exhaled laboriously. 

“Sl-slow down, I don’t wanna hurt you.” He mumbled. 

“Mmmh,” was Iwaizumi’s very intelligent reply, the pain of his actions already fading to a dull thud. 

So he braved himself and took the leap because Oikawa was taking too long for his stubborn liking. 

He slammed himself down fully, right up until skin slapped against skin. 

“Fuuuck.” He screwed his eyes shut and his head lolled to the side. His lower half was aching terribly, the pounding pain of his walls being overstretched were ever-present but he felt himself adjust quickly. 

“Oh my gooood.” The moan that came from above him sounded part winded and part slightly angry. “What the hell Hajime? Oh my god! Are you okay?!”

“‘M fine.” He managed and then took a deep breath as he looked up at Oikawa and smiled, his hand on its own volition as it came up to cup Oikawa’s cheek. He looked at Oikawa’s worried brown eyes searching his face for any signs of discomfort and Iwaizumi’s heart felt so heavy with affection at the gesture. He lifted his head up to land a tiny, innocent peck on Oikawa’s startled lips. The abused skin made a wet sound as the two pairs of lips parted when Iwaizumi let his head’s weight drag him back down. 

He still held Oikawa’s face, a smile still blooming and feeling the stretch of his length inside of him. It didn’t hurt at all anymore, Iwaizumi had high pain tolerance anyway, it was Oikawa that was such a baby about small scratches and the like. But god forbid if he had a terrible bodily issue, he wouldn’t tell a soul and bear the burden himself, that’s just how Oikawa had always been. It was a blessing that Iwaizumi was always able to see right through him, otherwise that knee of Oikawa’s would have met a much worse fate. 

“I love you.” He whispered, sanctimoniously.  

Oikawa’s gaze softened and he bent down to kiss him again, not needing to use his words to let Iwaizumi know that the feelings were more than reciprocated.

Sliding his toughened arms under and around Iwaizumi’s upper waist, he started to move his hips. Down, up, down, up, slow and steady but right on the mark as he grazed Iwaizumi’s spot mercilessly at leisure and sans any application of real pressure. He was letting Iwaizumi adjust to him, the small twitches of his hips proof of how much he was holding back. Iwaizumi clung to him, eyes shut and lips constantly bitten so he didn’t start panting and whining like he knows he would. 

Oikawa’s rhythm was so slow it was driving Iwaizumi insane. So insane with how good it was even though it really shouldn’t have been. Rather than the arousal hitting him like a truck, it was the slowest build up, so delayed he felt every movement with increased focus. He felt the stretch of him, the way he accommodated Oikawa with his body, the way the pain wasn’t there anymore, the way he felt tiny tingles of pleasure run across his entire body, seemingly having a field day making Iwaizumi feel like his skin was on fire with how sensitive he felt. He was utterly hyper-aware of everything Tooru did and and whatever Tooru inflicted onto his body. 

His hips set in steady motion as he used his fingers to gently run his hands over Iwaizumi’s forehead and into his hair, pushing the strands back to lean down and kiss Iwaizumi’s temple. The gesture was so sweet, so docile and Iwaizumi felt like an active volcano - another few nudges from the force of nature that Oikawa was and he’d erupt. He had so much love harboured within himself, he’s kept it secured in his heart, but now that half of his heart was willingly accepted by Tooru, he selflessly wanted to hand over a little more of it. Be it in small morsels or larger bits and pieces, but he wanted to give away all of his love to the one person that he won’t ever regret giving it to. 

He ran the pads of his fingers down along Oikawa’s spine; from his shoulders all the way to Oikawa’s ass where he held on and applied force. He moved Oikawa into him, willing him to go faster and wordlessly telling him to let go of his restrictions.

Oikawa gradually started to oblige, he went faster and faster until his waist was snapping forwards with precision that blinded Iwaizumi, made his limbs feel like goo. Oikawa’s stamina was starting to shine through with how he stubbornly cradled the back of Iwaizumi’s head with his palm, refusing to ease the strain on his core and his left bicep and tricep just so he could keep Iwaizumi close, just so Iwaizumi’s head won’t accidentally collide with the weak headboard. He huffed with the effort nonetheless. But even with those factors in consideration, not once did his hips stutter or miss its aim.

 Iwaizumi lifted his legs even further, crossing them behind so Oikawa could go even deeper. He revelled in the sinful sounds that were being emitted out of their mouths to join into harmony along with the slap slap slap of sweaty skin.

“Fuck Tooru.” He gasped when Oikawa went impossibly deeper, rattling his insides with the force of his thrust then proceeding to momentarily make him see white as the head of Oikawa’s dick swept past his prostate. “You’re a little too good at this, fuck.” He managed regardless, voice honeyed with sex. 

Oikawa laughed, the sound twinkling and loud and oh so familiar it made Iwaizumi feel like he was floating even though the curl of his toes grounded him to the feeling of perfectly comfortable tranquillity that rushed through him. He wanted to hear that laugh until he no longer could one day. The sound made warmth spread through him, he smiled and traipsed his blunt nails tenderly against the hardened muscles and tendons built along the length of Oikawa’s shoulders and back, paying careful attention to the way they shifted as Oikawa moved. 

Entrancing. 

Oikawa was entrancing. Be it if he was shielding Iwaizumi’s body like this or if he’d let Iwaizumi lay him down and have his way with him. Or if he was playing Volleyball like he was always meant to be. Or if he laughed sincerely. Or if he looked at people with a little less mirth and a little more honesty. Even as he teased everyone that he set eyes on. Or if he ate his favoured milk bread like he’s never had it before. Or if he just simply breathed, simply existed - anything and everything he did was magnetic. 

Oikawa Tooru would always attract all sorts of people towards him, and Iwaizumi had been his first willing victim; a helpless moth to a raging flame. 

Iwaizumi felt himself nearing the ledge, so close even though he was untouched. He felt himself leak when Oikawa angled himself slightly to the right and took up a menacing pace. Iwaizumi’s entire body swayed with the motions, helpless to resist it’s might. He could only push back, meet Oikawa halfway because that’s what they’ve always done, this would be no different either. 

The walls here were thin, Iwaizumi knew because he’d hear the faint sound of Bokuto’s incessant snoring on the certain days he decided to actually stay back at the Village. Oikawa was panting and moaning in his indulgence, a low whine left his lips every time Iwaizumi curiously touched someplace a little more sensitive than the rest of him. But the fact of anyone overhearing them no longer seemed to be an issue of much regard for him. If someone heard Oikawa doing this to him, then so be it. It was nothing to be ashamed about, definitely not when it was Oikawa. So he only held back a little and let go a lot more, letting Oikawa do the same by not bothering to tell him to keep a quieter tone. 

Iwaizumi studied the way Oikawa’s nose and eyes scrunched up in obvious euphoria, committing the expression to memory because Oikawa looked beautiful when he was so caught up chasing his own tipping point. He was intent, with the way he tried to communicate his nearing to Iwaizumi with his change in rhythm and pace. No longer did he merely graze, he hit Iwaizumi’s spot mercilessly with pinpoint precision, each and every time even though Oikawa seemed so very spent, so far gone in his own self. 

Just when Iwaizumi thought he’d seen all the beauty that the man above him had to offer him for one day, Oikawa opened his eyes to stare right back at him and he looked almost angelic, being so vulnerable and open for Iwaizumi. He leaned down to nose at Iwaizumi’s cheek before pressing a barely-there kiss. 

Oikawa’s mouth was still open the slighted bit, the glossiness of his eyes made prominent by the thick curtain of swooping lashes that framed the shades of brown perfectly. The high bridge of his nose had a concentrated dusting of freckles that scattered sparsely over the rest of his face, all a result of the hot Argentinian sun. 

Iwaizumi bit his lip, his hands moving up and one of them burying in Oikawa’s hair while his other hand cupped his jaw, thumb running circles on smooth skin.

Then he whispered reverently into the little space between them.

“You’re so beautiful.” 

Oikawa smiled so wide Iwaizumi was blinded by the force of it. The exchange was so innocent that you’d think Oikawa wasn’t fluidly thrusting his hips into him like it was made for this, building something that promised to be a terrifyingly good few moments of white hot release. 

One more snap of Oikawa’s hip and him hitting Iwaizumi’s prostate with force all while a wet tongue harassed the vulnerable skin on Iwaizumi’s neck; all accumulated - had Iwaizumi clenching, his body stiffening as his spine arched off the bed.

“Fuck.” Oikawa gasped. 

“Hnnnghh.” A litany of Tooru fell out of his lips like a prayer but he blacked out for almost half a minute. He was too blissed out and shaking with the force of his orgasm while Tooru indulgently rocked him through it, making it last as long as he could allow it. Iwaizumi had never come like this before, one that so overwhelmingly overtook his entire body and his thoughts. His length softened and fell limply after it gave out all it had, absolutely gone for now; too spent. 

“Hajime holy shit. I didn’t - I didn’t even…” He looked between them, face flaming a horrific scarlet and expression so very bewildered that Iwaizumi came without any attention to his dick, and with such intensity too.

 Iwaizumi chuckled, smoothing away Oikawa’s hair from his face.

“C’mere.” He motioned and Oikawa did. 

He kissed him, close-mouthed and saccharine sweet, Oikawa moaned into it. 

“You did so good Tooru fuck that was - so good.” Apparently Iwaizumi’s expansive vocabulary had taken a hit after that religious experience but he still leaned up to plant one on Oikawa’s cheek to emphasise his point.

“That was hot Iwa-chan, how am I supposed to stay sane after I saw how you look when you… God, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that even if I tried.” He admitted, breathless and eyes wide with wonder, as if nothing that his eyes will process for him in the future will be better than the image of Iwaizumi letting go while pinned under him.

“Then don’t forget.” Iwaizumi said, matter of factly. “Now pull out, toss that condom and come back here.” He said bravely, his eyes glinting even with the post orgasm looniness. Then he opened his mouth to tell Oikawa exactly what he meant.

Oikawa groaned. 

He pulled out, both of them moaning - Iwaizumi because he was sensitive and Oikawa because Iwaizumi’s walls tightened around him. He removed the condom and Iwaizumi traced the wetness that had gathered around the head while it stood up red and tall still. But it was evident he only needed a few more seconds of attention to find his orgasm. 

Before Oikawa shuffled forward, Iwaizumi was already moving. He pushed Oikawa back so he fell onto his elbows and positioned his mouth above Oikawa. 

He wasted no time in deep throating him, choking a little when Oikawa hit the back of his throat and humming as he used his tongue to rile up the already sensitive nerves on the underside. He kept a relentless pace for a few more bobs and licks as he clutched Oikawa’s thighs bruisingly. Then he glanced up at Oikawa while he sunk his head down, down, down, all the way to the hilt and swallowed around him. 

Oikawa bucked his hips as he preened and fell off his high horse. 

His mouth fell open as he called for Iwaizumi, eyes shut and fingers clenching in the sheets. Iwaizumi swallowed all that he had to offer without wasting one drop. All the while, he was memorising the way Oikawa looked when he was at his most physically vulnerable state. 

Oikawa only allowed himself a few seconds to catch his breath before his hands were cradling Iwaizumi’s head and kissing his lips. 

“You didn’t have to but thank you.” 

“I didn’t have to, doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.” Iwaizumi replied quickly, a teasing edge to his statement.

 “In fact, don’t blame me if I do it a million times over because fuck you look good when you come.”

“Iwa-chaaaan.” Oikawa whined against his lips and Iwaizumi laughed, rubbing his hand up and down Oikawa’s bicep in consolation. “Don’t say stuff like that! So brash!” He complained. 

“You didn’t see me complain so much when you were goading about me coming from only your fingers.” Iwaizumi fired back, knowing he’s already won this back and forth banter. 

“Ugh.” Oikawa’s embarrassed blush veiled over the heat of his tiny put out scowl. Iwaizumi thought he looked adorable.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He mumbled, unable to restrain his honest smile. 

Oikawa averted his gaze from him and coincidentally landed on Iwaizumi’s stomach where splatters of white rested. 

He looked up to Iwaizumi with a glint in his eyes before he was ducking down. Iwaizumi rushed to hold his head from moving any further but Oikawa powered through. 

“Nooo Oikawa stop, that's so gross.” He voiced in defeat as Oikawa lapped away at the liquid. 

Once he was done, he pecked just below Iwaizumi’s belly button. Iwaizumi’s torso flexed instinctually. 

“Yum.” He said, and Iwaizumi rolled his eyes.

“You’re actually disgusting.” He said and got a toothy smile in return. 

 And then arms wrapped around his torso. He was forced to land on the bed from his seating position. Oikawa fell over next to him and turned both of them towards each other. 

Oikawa nudged his lips into the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck, tongue lapping appreciatively over a bruise he’d made earlier. Then he took the already bothered flesh into his mouth so he could worry it a little more. Iwaizumi hissed and whined, but still craned his neck to the side while his fingers hid themselves inside tufts of brown hair; encouraging Oikawa to do whatever he wanted. Oikawa seemed satisfied as he laid his head back down next to Iwaizumi, eyes bright and glinting.

 He smiled cheekily. 

“There. That should do it.” He said and Iwaizumi tipped up a brow in a questioning manner. 

Oikawa all but grinned in reply. 

“That should teach your little harem to stay away from you, hmph.” 

Iwaizumi groaned and rolled his eyes.

 “Oh my god, you’re impossible, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

 “My Iwa-chan is so innocent. Good. You should stay that way.” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes again. 

“You didn’t seem to think I was innocent when I had your dick in my mouth.” He teased, leaning up to nuzzle Oikawa’s neck and place a gentle kiss there. Smiling against soft skin as he heard Oikawa’s little exaggerated gasp.  

“I don’t like you sometimes Iwa-chan.” He mumbled even as his hand came to soothingly rub up and down the expanse of Iwaizumi’s back.

“Yes but you love me all the time.” He spoke into Oikawa’s neck. 

“I love you always Hajime.” He pulled back to take a good look at Iwaizumi’s face. 

Oikawa looked peaceful, content when he reached out and gathered Iwaizumi in his arms, cuddling him into the warmth of his body. Iwaizumi sighed, the tire of everything finally seeping into his bones as he threw his arm and leg over Oikawa’s willing body.

Oikawa brought his index finger forward to trace along the high of Iwaizumi’s cheekbone and Iwaizumi’s eyes fluttered shut with the sheer force of gentleness that came with the motion. 

He’d not felt this calm in a long time. 

The two of them dozed off in their happiest place; comfortable and warm and touching and in each other’s arms . Iwaizumi didn’t forget to thank his fate for being lenient with him before he closed his eyes and fell into lush sleep - Oikawa running laps in his mind as he did so.  

Oikawa Tooru was many things. He was an incredible athlete. He was a caring son, a brilliant brother and an annoying uncle. He was a rival to some people and close kin to some others. To some, he was a star; an otherworldly being. To others he was untouchably handsome - a poster boy. And some people consider him a deserving role model - an underdog that made it big. He was a success story come to life. 

But to Iwaizumi, he’d always be that snotty kid who he picked up at the park and decided to adopt into his space because he was feeling generous that day. He’d be the same boy that he’s always had to physically knock some sense into. He’ll be the same boy that he ever felt anything romantic for. He’ll always be the same boy that he’s always felt the feral urge to protect, because it was Tooru, his Tooru. 

And he would always be the kid, the boy, the man that he found himself looking so intently at; only to turn back and realise that he was being looked at, too.