As soon as everyone else had evacuated the locker room, leaving Oikawa and Iwaizumi to clean up the gym for the night, the mood between them shifted in the blink of an eye. Oikawa shoved Iwaizumi back against a row of lockers, swallowing down the surprised, but interested groan Iwaizumi gave with a fierce kiss. Iwaizumi’s hands were on his hips, Oikawa’s feeling up the other’s chest as they both fought to take control of the kiss. Eventually Iwaizumi took the lead, tongue slipping past Oikawa’s lips to mingle with his own and drawing out an appreciative whine in the process.
They so rarely had the chance to touch each other like this. Between studying for end of term exams, their parents stubbornly staying home at the most inconvenient times, and their friends occupying the rest of their time with practice or social gatherings, it seemed impossible just to share a private look with one another, much less release so much as an ounce of the sexual frustration growing between them. That didn’t stop Oikawa from sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet Iwaizumi at the old playground near their houses for an hour or two, nor did it stop Iwaizumi from dragging him down the only blind alleyway on the way home from school some days just to spare a few moments to kiss him passionately and sometimes exchange a quickie with the excuse to their parents that practiced had gone on longer than usual, but none of that compared to real moments of privacy like this when they weren’t expected to be anywhere anytime soon or should be sleeping on school nights.
Naturally Oikawa let himself start to get carried away, hands pushing up underneath Iwaizumi’s shirt and mouthing along his neck with the threat of teeth here and there. He heard Iwaizumi’s head hit the locker behind him, breaths coming quick and shallow and his hands squeezing Oikawa’s hips encouragingly, but his words weaved a very different tale once he actually managed to find his voice again.
“Oi-Oikawa, wait. Hey—slow down, shit—” He gently pried Oikawa off of him, the brunet’s lips already swollen and his eyes blown wide with want. He shook his head at Iwaizumi questioningly.
“What? What could possibly be more important than getting your dick out and putting it in my mouth, like, right now?” he asked, his hands already moving to work on the first part of that equation as he reached for Iwaizumi’s pants zipper. The latter hissed out a curse, red rising to his cheeks as he fumbled to grab Oikawa’s wrists so that he could hold them back. Oikawa pouted at him, arms going slack in his boyfriend’s grasp.
“ Jesus, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi scolded, pointedly not meeting his eyes. “You can’t just… say shit. ” Oikawa’s lips slowly stretched into a shit-eating grin.
“Why? Is my little Iwa-chan embarrassed? ” he teased with a snicker. “Don’t be such a virgin.”
“We’re both virgins, so shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi snapped back, eyebrow twitching. “We’re still at school. You can’t just—give me a blowjob right here.” Oikawa rolled his eyes.
“And why not? There are no cameras in here. You know that.”
“Someone could walk in!”
“Who?” Oikawa asked, more exasperated this time. “Everyone left for the day and the janitors don’t come in here to clean until later. It’s fine. ” Iwaizumi still looked apprehensive, so Oikawa sighed and gently slid his wrists out of his hands to hold them in his own instead, pressing a gentle kiss to each. “Who knows when we’ll have time alone together like this again? Do you want blue balls until graduation? Because I sure don’t.”
Iwaizumi heaved a long, drawn-out sigh and glanced away from him, seeming to ponder to himself for a moment before reluctantly meeting Oikawa’s eyes again.
“...Fine,” he relented. “But make it quick. If someone catches us in here, I’ll kill you.” Oikawa giggled and winked at him.
“You know it doesn’t take me long to get you off, Iwa-chan~” he purred, taking no small amount of pleasure in the way Iwaizumi’s cheeks turned an even darker shade of red before he promptly dropped to his knees.
Iwaizumi rested his head back against the lockers again while Oikawa made quick work of his fly, pulling down his pants and boxers to reveal his already half-hard cock. Oikawa made a noise of appreciation, slowly wrapping his fingers around the length to give it a few tugs. Iwaizumi jerked and shuddered at the touch, hissing through his teeth.
“Your fingers are fucking cold, ” he complained. Oikawa glanced up at him with an arched brow, then turned his head to press his lips against the side of his shaft. He stuck out his tongue to drag it along the length until he reached the tip, pressing a wet kiss to the crown. Iwaizumi shuddered out another breath above him.
“Better?” Oikawa murmured, taking the grumbled sound of approval as a sign to continue. He wrapped his lips around the tip of Iwaizumi’s cock, lingering there for a moment to suck softly. He felt a hand carefully thread through his hair as if Iwaizumi were afraid of showing any signs of enjoyment. He probably was. Oikawa decided to remedy that by leaning forward until he felt the hardening length meet the back of his throat, filling up his mouth nicely. Iwaizumi all but choked on air, fingers tightening in Oikawa’s hair.
“Wh-what the fuck? Don’t do that; you’ll choke,” he reprimanded. Oikawa obediently pulled off, but only chuckle and cast a questioning gaze up at Iwaizumi again while he continued stroking with his hand.
“From where I’m kneeling, you’re the only one struggling to breathe right now,” he pointed out. If it were possible, Iwaizumi turned even redder, the tips of his ears starting to glow with his blush now. “Why don’t you just relax, Iwa-chan, and let me take care of you. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
With that, he sank down on Iwaizumi’s dick again, taking it all the way in once more and starting to bob his head in a rhythm. Iwaizumi didn’t loosen his grip on his hair, but he was a little glad for that. He hadn’t yet had the chance to make Iwaizumi aware of his hair pulling kink yet, so he would seize whatever he was given until then. Unfortunately, he was only allowed to enjoy sucking off his boyfriend for a few more moments before Iwaizumi spoke up again.
“Who else?” he asked. Oikawa made an inquisitive noise in the back of his throat, furrowing his brows up at Iwaizumi without relenting his pace. The latter wasn’t looking at him again. “Who else have you blown?” Oikawa rolled his eyes and popped off of Iwaizumi’s cock once more, sitting back on his legs as he stared up at the other blankly.
“What?”
“I’m just—just wondering.”
“Are we really doing this right now?”
“You’re the one who brought it up!”
“Well now I’m telling you to shut up and stop thinking until I get you off. Do you think you can do that for me, Iwa-chan? I promise I’ll answer any questions you have about my previous sexcapades after. Deal?” He looked up at Iwaizumi expectantly, the latter finally glancing down at him with a weary expression before nodding. Oikawa offered a tight-lipped smile. “Good. Now, may I?”
He didn’t wait for another response before diving right back in, swallowing down Iwaizumi’s length and hollowing his cheeks on his way back up. Iwaizumi let out a surprised groan, fisting Oikawa’s hair again. He gradually gained more confidence in guiding his head at the pace he wanted, finally allowing Oikawa to blow him in earnest.
Sucking dick was honestly one of Oikawa’s guilty pleasures, if one could call it that. There was just something so satisfying about bringing someone off with his mouth, feeling the shape of a cock fill him up, stretching his lips open. There was a certain degree of control in giving a blowjob that satiated Oikawa’s need to set the pace. He readily adapted to whatever Iwaizumi wanted from him, but he took solace in knowing that Iwaizumi was at his mercy. He could easily bring his teeth into play if Iwaizumi did something he didn’t like, not that Oikawa expected him to, but it was thrilling to know he held that kind of power all the same.
Drool began to pool at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t let up his steady rhythm. Now fully erect, it was the slightest bit difficult to fit the entire length in his mouth, but fuck if he didn’t try. In fact, he was determined to do just that. It took some preparation, laving a generous amount of spit along the length of Iwaizumi’s shaft, but soon enough he was able to sink all the way down to the base, relaxing his throat around the tip that pushed past where his gag reflex would have been if he weren’t so damn good at this. He wanted to grin at the stuttered groan Iwaizumi let out in response, but that wasn’t exactly possible right now, so instead he stayed there for a moment, looking up to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes again as he swallowed, the muscles in his throat constricting around the cock sheathed inside it.
Iwaizumi’s eyes widened, gripped Oikawa’s hair with stinging force, and Oikawa only had a fraction of a second to register the twitch of the muscle in his mouth before the distinct sensation of cum spilled down his throat. It was easy enough to swallow with how deep it already was, so Oikawa simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, holding his breath while Iwaizumi’s cock pulsed with every spurt of cum. He didn’t resist when Iwaizumi eventually pulled him off by his hair, lips sliding off the length with a string of spit connecting them. He might have gone back in to lick it clean if he didn’t start coughing when air finally filled his lungs again.
“Idiotkawa! I told you you’d choke!” Iwaizumi chastised, kneeling down in front of him without bothering to tuck himself back into his pants yet. He framed Oikawa’s face with his hands, worried but hazy eyes searched for signs of distress. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t— I didn’t expect you to do that. I didn’t have time to—”
“ Relax, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa interrupted as soon as he recovered, voice slightly hoarse. He still managed a lazy half-grin, completely unaware of the fucked-out look on his face. “I liked it.”
Iwaizumi stared at him for a moment, blinked, and then his face exploded in red again. He seemed to take a few seconds to gather his thoughts again.
“...You did?” he asked, eliciting a giggle from the brunet.
“Yeah, I did. You should be rough with me more often,” Oikawa suggested with a shrug. Oh, how he loved watching Iwaizumi short-circuit right in front of him. It was like watching a car crash. Instead of trying to come up with a response to that, Iwaizumi looked down, undoubtedly finding the large tent straining the front of Oikawa’s pants. He watched Iwaizumi’s throat bob as he swallowed.
“...Do you want me to…uh…” Oikawa smirked.
“Please. Be my guest~”
Iwaizumi opted for a nonvocal nod, helping Oikawa off his knees so that he could sit on one of the locker room benches instead. After tucking away his softening dick back into his pants as if it were an afterthought, Iwaizumi took his place kneeling on the floor in front of him know, carefully reaching up to unzip his pants and free his aching erection. He hesitated then, as if unsure of what to do with his hands now. Eventually he gripped Oikawa’s cock in much the same way as the latter had done for him earlier, but his movements were stiff and uncertain.
“Should I—”
“Do whatever you’re comfortable with, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa assured, carding his fingers through the other’s hair. Iwaizumi glanced up at him with silence thanks in his eyes before he resumed stroking Oikawa at a steadier pace. Oikawa knew that Iwaizumi wasn’t as experienced with this sort of thing as he was, so he didn’t expect any spontaneous deep-throating or even a very skilled blowjob if he decided to try that. He was more than satisfied with Iwaizumi’s hand and the soft kisses he left on his abdomen when he pushed up his shirt with the other.
Of course, they were nothing if not competitive, so it didn’t surprise him when Iwaizumi finally did experiment with his mouth on Oikawa’s cock after a bit. He started with a few sparse kisses, still relying heavily on his hand, but gradually worked his way up to sucking on the tip of his length. Oikawa released a pleased sigh and tilted back his head, eyes closed. He kept a light hand on Iwaizumi’s head, ready to guide him in case he decided to go further, but he didn’t try to push Iwaizumi in any one direction.
This gentler approach had its perks, too, after all. For as much as Iwaizumi picked on him and acted irritated over the smallest of things, he was none too shy about showing his adoration for Oikawa through moments like this. His love language was that of action, expressing his feelings by way of small acts of worship. Sometimes they were more grand, but they hadn’t come out to anyone yet, not even their friends, so most of the time it was the little things that carried the most weight. Iwaizumi always acted with reverence when he wanted to show Oikawa how much he truly cared for him, up to and including pushing past his own comfort zone to try to bring him the same amount of pleasure that he had received.
He sank a little deeper onto Oikawa’s cock, the brunet’s fingers tensing in his hair with a quiet hiss of unexpected pleasure, but when Iwaizumi showed no signs of discomfort, he relaxed his hand again, allowing him to continue at his own pace. Feeling more and more of that wet heat take him in made Oikawa bite his lip to keep his voice in check. For some reason, anytime Iwaizumi pampered him like this, it made him want to cry. He was always so unused to people doing this for him, and maybe it was weird to get emotional over a mediocre blowjob, but he couldn’t help it.
Oikawa lifted his head again, wanting to watch Iwaizumi’s lips stretch around him, but a splotch of colour in the corner of his eyes caught his attention, and he looked toward the door of the locker room. He was sure his heart stopped then and there.
That bright blond head of hair was unmistakable. Kyotani. They seemed to notice each other at the same time, Kyotani’s wide eyes and flushed face meeting Oikawa’s half-lidded gaze. They both froze, both seemingly trapped by their fight or flight instincts. Kyotani seemed rooted in place and all Oikawa could do was sit there and stare, lips parted and breath still laboured as Iwaizumi worked him over with his mouth. Fuck, that mouth. There was no way Oikawa was going to interrupt Iwaizumi now when he was so close. If Iwaizumi knew they’d been caught, he would not only filet Oikawa then and there, but deny him completion, which was arguably worse at this point.
So, instead, he said nothing and held Kyotani’s gaze through the window in the door, slowly creeping closer to the edge of orgasm as Iwaizumi circled his tongue around the head of his cock and squeezed around the base. He half-expected Kyotani to have fled by now, but the poor delinquent seemed like he had been turned to stone. Oikawa decided that staring at their voyeur was getting a little too weird, so he finally broke their gaze and closed his eyes again, encouraging Iwaizumi with pets to his hair and a quiet moan.
It didn’t take much longer for him to reach his precipice, unexpectedly turned on by the knowledge that someone was watching them, and soon enough he felt his balls tighten just before he released into Iwaizumi’s mouth with a few taps to his shoulder in warning and a long, drawn-out moan. Iwaizumi stubbornly kept his lips wrapped around him, allowing Oikawa to spill several ropes of cum over his tongue. Once he could finally catch his breath, though, Iwaizumi pulled off of him, making a downright hilarious face as he refused to swallow what was in his mouth, but evidently had nowhere else to spit it out right now.
Opting to show mercy, Oikawa grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him up just enough to fit their lips together. He saw Iwaizumi’s eyes widen when he pried apart his lips with his tongue, practically lapping up the milky seed from his mouth and swallowing it down himself instead. He’d found that he didn’t mind the taste of semen all that much and saw no difference in his own, so, really, it was the least he could do.
When they pulled apart with a thick, wet sound, Oikawa couldn’t help but lick his lips out of reflex, only to be met with Iwaizumi’s shell-shocked expression. It was enough to make him laugh and cup Iwaizumi’s face in one hand, brushing his thumb over his reddened cheek.
“What’s that look for, Iwa-chan?” he asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.
“You—...”
Instead of trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words, Iwaizumi simply decided to kiss him again, muffling Oikawa’s giggle. It was always a relief to know that his boyfriend wasn’t even slightly put off by the fact that he was a freak in bed. Then again, he was sure there were far more surprising things to discover about themselves further along in their relationship.
And speaking of surprising discoveries, Oikawa’s eyes cracked open while Iwaizumi ravaged his lips, peeking at the door again. This time, Kyotani was gone and nowhere to be found. That was…a little worrisome, but Oikawa would deal with it later. He couldn’t very well chase down their teammate through the streets while screaming at him to forget everything he saw. Maybe he wouldn’t even address it. Kyotani looked up to Iwaizumi, after all. Oikawa couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t curious to find out how the little mutt would behave now that he had witnessed someone he considered superior on his knees for their captain. Maybe, just maybe, this had finally taught him a valuable lesson about respect.