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Prompt Post #1 [OPEN]

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FILL: "it's too early for this" (iwaizumi/oikawa, nipple play)

(Anonymous) 2014-10-30 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm so sorry OP, I tripped over the second part (they were also supposed to fuck in a bathroom stall at the next station........) but hopefully this is okay!


"Ahhhh, but Iwa-chan~ you said last night that—" Oikawa’s voice is too loud, the careless tone lifting it above the quiet murmur of the crowded morning train before Iwaizumi is fast enough to clamp a hand over his mouth. Iwaizumi’s brow is drawn into an all-too-familiar scowl as he glares at Oikawa, who only widens his eyes as if to protest his innocence. A short-lived effort, because Iwaizumi suddenly feels a tongue pushing wetly along the seam of his fingers and he doesn’t quite see as much as he feels Oikawa’s mouth curve into an insufferable smile against the palm of his hand. A growl sits low in the back of Iwaizumi’s throat as he wrenches his hand away, and it escapes his lips with a harsh “Shut up, dumbass!”

Iwaizumi’s back is pressed against the doors, and Oikawa’s height shields them from the other passengers, but Iwaizumi’s fingers nevertheless curl reflexively into fists at his side as he feels something hot creep up his spine; it’s the familiar undercurrent of irritation, but more and more these days it’s taken on a different insistence, and he never knows for sure until after the fact. Oikawa’s eyes narrow as he takes in the slight flush of Iwaizumi’s cheeks, and there’s an elegant, almost imperceptible shift in posture as he closes the small gap between them, slips his hands over Iwaizumi’s clenched fists and fingers rub smoothly over fingers. There’s another smile; it has the hint of teeth. “You wouldn’t hit such a pretty face would you, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi would. He can’t help the small noise of rage as he pulls back to take a swing at Oikawa, makes sure there’s some weight in it so it’ll hurt really good, but Oikawa’s grip over his hands stops him short. Iwaizumi’s knuckles brush roughly across Oikawa’s chest instead, and Oikawa suddenly snaps straight up, back rigid, a soft wordless exclamation pushed from his lips before they can press together in his surprise.

"I said shut up, dumbass!" Iwaizumi flattens his palms against Oikawa’s chest, eyes narrowed in warning as he shoves none too gently, and as he keeps pressing, Iwaizumi can see the pink rise to Oikawa’s face as another soft sound escapes his lips. Under his hands, he can feel Oikawa’s nipples harden under the thin cotton of his shirt and and suddenly he feels hot, wants to shut up Oikawa with a certain satisfaction.

“Iwa-chan, if you talk like that, everybody is going to think you’re--” and it’s the smug, insincere concern that has Iwaizumi viciously shift the palm of his hand so a thumb runs over the hard nipple, gets rewarded with Oikawa biting down hard and fast on his bottom lip to swallow back a small moan, suddenly staring intently over Iwaizumi’s shoulder at the moving cityscape, like he isn’t flushed by the mere contact against his nipples, like Iwaizumi can’t see the bulge of Oikawa’s now half hard cock pressing insistently against the front of his slacks.

The train comes to a stop at a station, and somebody accidentally jostles Oikawa aside to exit, pressing his now painfully sensitive nipples into Iwaizumi’s hands, and Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to gently circle them with his thumbs, applying a bit more pressure as he watches Oikawa’s head slowly drop, control slipping as his breathing gets faster and more desperate, small strained breaths huffed through the nose and clenched teeth that only Iwaizumi can hear. “What did I tell you, you asshole” Iwaizumi grumbles, as he pinches one hard nub, a steady pressure without mercy, and the flush that deepens on Oikawa’s cheeks is irritatingly pretty. Iwaizumi circles around the other nipple gently, never touching the actual nub, and Oikawa whines high at the back of his throat as he tries to press himself harder against Iwaizumi’s hands, more. Iwaizumi drags his thumb across the nipple before palming Oikawa's chest roughly with the whole of his hand and suddenly the train stops again, and Oikawa is leaning against Iwaizumi, panting softly in his ear, and Iwaizumi can feel the full hardness of his cock as Oikawa rubs himself against Iwaizumi’s thigh.

“Guess this is our stop, Oikawa.”

Re: FILL: "it's too early for this" (iwaizumi/oikawa, nipple play)

(Anonymous) 2014-10-30 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
“You wouldn’t hit such a pretty face would you, Iwa-chan?”

ohhhhhhhhh fuck and oikawa licked his palm. i love your iwa-chan so much i love everything i love oikawa's nipples i love

Re: FILL: "it's too early for this" (iwaizumi/oikawa, nipple play)

(Anonymous) 2015-12-07 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
omfg i love this