hqkink | Prompt Post #1 [OPEN]

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i feel that ppl often think oikawa feels he is some sort of volleyball god but i feel a lot of what he says in canon (eg admitting kageyama is far more skillful than him) def disproves that.... so i just want oikawa getting off to iwaizumi saying encouraging things to him whilst getting HIM off

"Tooru," Iwaizumi breathes out, his voice deep, a little rough, and Oikawa moans around his cock loudly. Iwaizumi's breath hitches and he runs his fingers through Oikawa's hair, petting it incessantly. "Fuck, Tooru."

Oikawa loves when Iwaizumi gets this tone of voice, and it only ever happens when he's being sucked off. It is, in perfectly honesty, one of the reasons that Oikawa is so good at sucking cock, why he enjoys kneeling on the floor of Iwaizumi's room, doing this. He loves making Iwaizumi moan like this, loves hearing him talk in that husky voice of his, heavy breaths punctuating his words, shaky exhales and soft gasps.

Opening his mouth wider, Oikawa tightens his grip on Iwaizumi's thighs and bobs his head, taking more of him. Iwaizumi's cock nudges the back of Oikawa's throat.

"Fuck," Iwaizumi says again, and then after a deep breath, says, "I wish you could have seen yourself on the court today."

Oikawa hums at the back of his throat, the vibration of it making Iwaizumi gasp again. The fingers in his hair tug gently, and Iwaizumi takes a deep breath.

"You look so fucking graceful when you're doing that jump serve, Tooru, the way you run up for it, the way your body curves—fuck." Iwaizum's hips jerk, but he doesn't stop talking. "That serve is so deadly, so—hnn—powerful. It looks so satisfying, sounds so satisfying. The way it feels for me when you send me one of your perfect tosses. Like the ball was made just for me to slam my hand against it."

Oikawa hollows his cheeks, looking up to find Iwaizumi watching him. There's a flush across his handsome face, his mouth open as he pants loudly. Oikawa bobs his head again, tongue running along the underside of Iwaizumi's cock.

Iwaizumi does this when Oikawa sucks his cock, when Oikawa is on his knees with his mouth full, so he can't reply, can't interrupt, can't do anything but listen. He tells Oikawa the things he needs to hear, the things that he always wants to hear, praise spilling from his lips so easily here in this moment, when it usually comes like blood squeezed from a stone.

Oikawa still has his hands on Iwaizumi's thighs, hasn't moved them once, but his cock is already so wet, dripping so much precome that it's running down his thigh. Iwaizumi's praise doesn't once mention the things that Oikawa doesn't need to hear; he knows how pretty he is, he knows how popular he is. What Oikawa needs is to be told that he's a good volleyball player, that he's a good team member, a good captain, and Iwaizumi gives him that, breathy and stuttering as Oikawa blows him.

"You make Seijou s-so great," Iwaizumi stutters, as Oikawa swallows around him. "You lift us up to the top of our game—uhh—you make yourself better and it m-makes us better too, we—we wouldn't be half this good without you guiding the way."

Oikawa can tell that Iwaizumi is close. He slides his lips back and forth, matching the thrusts of Iwaizumi's hips, letting Iwaizumi fuck his mouth. The fingers in his hair tighten their grip again and it's almost painful, but Oikawa likes that, likes the desperation, the way Iwaizumi is forcing his words out, like it's taking so much effort to stay coherent.

"Love playing with you, Tooru. Love spiking your tosses. Love you."

The last one might not have as much to do with volleyball, but Oikawa needs to hear it too. He lets Iwaizumi control the pace now, lets him thrust and thrust until he's spilling down Oikawa's throat with a loud moan.

Iwaizumi immediately pulls Oikawa up off the floor and into his lap, jerking him off. Oikawa's so tightly wound that it only takes a couple of strokes before he's shaking apart, moaning, his voice sounding wrecked. Iwaizumi kisses him and kisses him, arms wrapped around him like something precious.

Oikawa is blushing so hard that he can feel his face and his ears burning. It's a good thing Iwaizumi doesn't treat him this gently on a daily basis, he thinks. He doesn't think he could survive that. Even this is overwhelming, but as Iwaizumi presses soft kisses to his lips, to his cheeks, to the rest of his face, Oikawa can only smile. In small doses like this, it feels like the best thing in the entire world.

Prompt Post #1 [OPEN]

oikawa/iwaizumi, praise kink

FILL: what you need to hear (Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, praise kink)