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POV : Iwaizumi Hajime
Ever since what Oikawa referred to as ‘The Incident That Will Not Be Named,’ AKA, when Tooru managed to fall into sub-space despite neither of them having actually dabbled in BDSM before, Iwaizumi had been… distracted.
Who could blame him? The image of his boyfriend, shaking and near-spasming with pleasure and vibrating and writhing over the massage table had been an unforgettable sight, and Hajime had to wonder how a person he’d known all his life kept surprising him. Tooru also seemed to have surprised himself just as much, occasionally turning bright red in the face or hiding for no obvious reason. He’d barely been able to string together a sentence when they’d gone to lunch with Hanamaki and Matsukawa to catch up, though he’d eventually eased into conversation.
Despite the surprise, Hajime knew his boyfriend well. He noticed the glances, the chewing of his lip, the contemplative looks that left him flushed and shaking his head to clear it, hot under the collar.
It had been a surprise, but maybe, Iwaizumi thought as he did a little more research in his spare time during Oikawa’s visit, not an unwelcome one.
Iwaizumi, despite knowing that Tooru did not dislike what had happened during the ‘Incident’ as much as he’d claimed directly after, knew that this was more vulnerable, more raw than something that could be brought up at dinner. So, a full week after that interesting late afternoon, both of them relaxed and snuggled into watching a movie, Hajime offered the conversation a chance to breathe.
“I did more research,” he murmured, careful and keeping his voice even and calm, like he was trying not to scare Oikawa away. Tooru already knew what he was referring to, and sent him a peeved look.
“I thought we were going to pretend that that never happened,” he grumbled, pink in the ears, but his tone wasn’t biting, just a little anxious. Iwaizumi ran his fingers through his hair.
“It’s probably good to at least talk about it, to keep it from happening again,” Hajime said lightly, When Oikawa’s jaw did that tell of a twitch, he continued in the same tone. “Or if you want to do it again.”
Tooru groaned, pink and hiding his face in his hands, though he hadn’t moved away from where they were tangled together on the couch.
“That’s the thing—I don’t know,” he admitted. “It was nice—great, even, in the moment, but… then it was too much and it was…” He chewed on his lip. “And then I was floating and I didn’t know how to come down.”
“Yeah, that sounds scary,” Hajime agreed, and he meant it. After learning what he had, the trainer had unknowingly left Oikawa to sit in a haze without an anchor, which—apparently some people liked that, but Tooru, who’d been as unaware as Hajime was when it was happening, was understandably anxiety-inducing. “I’m only bringing this up because I wondered if you’d want to try that on purpose, with both of us knowing what to do,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his earlobe.
Tooru chewed on his lip in thought, brow a little furrowed. But he wasn’t pulling back or shutting the idea down. And if he did, at least they’d have talked about it. Limbo was uncomfortable.
“Ugh, I just don’t want to float away like that again,” Oikawa said eventually, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Don’t get me wrong, that orgasm was mindblowing, but it was… it was scary in a good way and a bad way, if that makes sense.”
“Probably because you put your trust in me to take care of you and then I left you hanging,” Hajime admitted. Now Oikawa looked a little upset, his face scrunching up.
“You didn’t do it on purpose,” he reminded him. Iwaizumi agreed, but still.
“I know, but I wish I’d known what to do in that situation so it wouldn’t have scared you,” he admitted. The setter immediately softened, melting back into his side.
“I know Hajime, that’s why you’re adorable,” he teased. Hajime snorted. “Really, and it’s sweet of you to offer, but I don’t know if you’re okay with doing all of that, and—”
“I am,” Iwaizumi admitted, making Tooru look at him. “Tooru… do you know how you looked last week?” he asked, unable to keep his tone as steady as he should for this kind of conversation. “I can’t stop thinking about it. You just… It’s like you let go of everything except feeling good, it was… amazing. You’re amazing.”
The way his back had arched, words fading into desperate sounds, the way his whole body had moved for more, open and wanting and trusting and it still made Hajime a little dizzy to think about.
Oikawa had turned pink again.
“But I’m not—I’m not a sub, Hajime, I stick my dick up your grumpy little ass sometimes too,” he complained, hiding his face, though the little shiver to his shoulders told the trainer that his words had appealed to him.
“It doesn’t have to be an every time type of thing. We don’t have to do it ever again if you don’t want to, I just want you to know that I’m… comfortable. Happy to explore that with you, if you want,” Hajime soothed, though Tooru didn’t seem distressed, just a weird blend of embarrassed and flustered. “Hell, maybe sometime we can try it the other way around.”
Tooru jolted, eyes growing wide as he looked at him.
“Really?” he breathed, visibly interested in the idea. “You’d let me…?”
“I trust you,” Iwaizumi agreed, offering him a grin. Oikawa groaned again, flopping over to land over Hajime’s legs.
“You’re stupid. You’re cute. I can’t believe that we’re talking about this,” he complained, all in the same tone. Hajime rolled his eyes.
“Drama queen.”
“You want to try to dom me, Hajime,” Tooru snorted back, though the laughter eased any uncomfortable tension. It didn’t do much for the simmering energy below the surface of their words. “What? Are you gonna show up in a big scary mask and spank me? My delicate skin?”
Now that was ridiculous enough to make Hajime giggle. No, a scene like that would definitely not be their thing, but…
“You’d probably squeal like a stuck pig,” he teased before anything else. Oikawa lifted his head to gasp with offense, pinching Hajime’s leg.
“I do not squeal!” Tooru squawked indignantly. It just made the trainer laugh again. “I do not!”
“You do. Just a little,” Iwaizumi snickered. Tooru grumbled about stupid trainers and thick heads as he threw himself back over Hajime’s lap, legs cast over the armrest of the couch. “I was thinking a blindfold. If you wanted to try it,” he murmured. To his surprise, Oikawa looked thoughtful at the idea.
“That’s less intense than what I was expecting,” he admitted, sounding open to it, though still unsure. “So, just… sex but I’m wearing a blindfold?” he added. Hajime hummed in agreement.
“And I’d try to… be in control more. I know we’re usually going with the flow and that works really well for us, but for this I’d be telling you what to do. Being more… pushy, I guess. Apparently a lot of people with BDSM use a safe word, but I think I like the color system better.”
“You have been researching,” Tooru observed, narrowing his eyes. “Are you really this interested?”
“I’m more eager than I was expecting to be,” Iwaizumi admitted, offering a helpless shrug. “I didn’t like the stuff about pain levels, I don’t want to hurt you, but… being in control like that sounds interesting. God knows that you need someone to tell you what to do.”
“Hey!” Oikawa complained, but he was holding back laughter. He sobered quickly, a frown crossing over his face as Hajime stroked his fingers through his hair. “I won’t get stuck in the clouds again?”
“No,” Iwaizumi promised. “Not unless you want to be. I’ll anchor you—properly this time. And we can stop if you don’t like it. I might be into making you come your brains out again, but not if you’re not into it.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes, reaching up a hand to tweak Hajime’s nose.
“You’re stupid,” he said again. He stared at the ceiling for a moment. “I have a condition,” Tooru said after a long moment. Iwaizumi tried not to let how excited he was show on his face, but given his boyfriend’s eye roll, he could tell.
The setter sat up, straddling the trainer onto the couch.
“Next time, I’m the one in charge,” he declared. Hajime grinned and pulled him into a kiss to seal the deal.
After working the idea out a little more, confirming the use of the light system and agreeing on what Tooru was and was not up for, Iwaizumi promised to get everything set up for them and shooed his boyfriend off to have a hot shower, giggles and kisses shared between them. The setter had a twinge of nerves to his shoulders, a slight tension, but nothing intense enough to make Hajime feel the need to offer to shut it down. Oikawa was good at telling him what he didn’t want, and usually was good at telling him what he did want, too.
This seemed to embarrass him more than usual, but the little bounce to his steps to the restroom assuaged his worries.
So, Hajime set up. It was easier than expected. He set out the lube on the hot plate again, as Oikawa had seemed to enjoy that before, though he dialed it to a slightly cooler setting. He set out a large towel onto the bed, soft enough to practically be a blanket. He did set out candles again to add a nice scent into the room, but less so than last time. He wanted Tooru to feel comfortable, not overwhelmed. He put a stack of supplies for after, including water and juice and some fresh fruit, as well as wet wipes and clean rags.
The blindfold he’d ordered online was black silk. Soft and cool on the skin. Thick enough to block out light but not restricting or too difficult to shake off if needed. He’d asked Tooru to wear his bathrobe into the room again.
Heart shuddering with anticipation, Hajime set out two other things he’d ordered. A pair of black leather gloves—thin and easily washable—and a small, vibrating wand. He’d cleared both items with Tooru first, but opted to leave when he’d use them as a surprise, which Oikawa’s eyes had dilated at.
Holding the blindfold, Iwaizumi met Oikawa outside the bedroom, pulling him into a kiss and one more check in before anything else.
Tooru, having washed out any last tension during his shower, rolled his eyes at him but assured him that yes, he wanted to try this, and yes, he’d tell Hajime if he stopped being into it.
Still, there was something about the way Oikawa’s breath hitched when Hajime tied the blindfold around his eyes, the way that his cheekbones turned pink and the setter pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
Hajime guided Oikawa by hand, careful not to let him bump into anything, and stopped in the middle of the room. He still wasn’t sure about ordering his partner around, so he reached forward and kissed him first, grinning when Tooru eagerly melted into him with a pleased hum.
Standing there, Oikawa’s eyes obscured behind the silk, Iwaizumi pulled his bathrobe open and let it drop to the floor, making Tooru shiver and shudder with the drop in temperature. He did squeal when Hajime pulled him up by his waist, lifted him off the ground, and dropped him into the middle of the bed.
“Meanie,” Oikawa pouted, his chest heaving with the burst of surprise.
“Shh,” Hajiime hushed, stripping himself of his clothes. Tooru went quiet, clearly listening as he undressed, the setter sitting on his heels and rubbing his palms over his knees. “Sit up, don’t slouch,” Iwaizumi reminded him, almost offhandedly, because Oikawa’s posture was terrible and that was no good for his back.
To his surprise, Tooru jolted, sitting up, ears turning red again in an instant. Oh? This… might be more fun than Hajime had expected. Maybe he could train better posture habits into his partner. He was a little stunned with how quickly Oikawa had followed the unintentional order, but he wasn’t complaining. It was… cute.
Hajime crossed the room, letting Oikawa hear his footsteps. Tooru’s head remained fixed in his direction with the auditory clues, despite not being able to see him.
“Stay sitting. Spread your legs a bit,” Iwaizumi said, and wow, this was kind of amazing. Oikawa, now even more flushed, did so, revealing that this scene was already getting to him, semi-hard. “Good job, Tooru.”
Oikawa covered his face with his hands, breaking the spell.
“This is ridiculous—"
“Did I say that you could move?” Hajime asked, raising his eyebrows even as he tried not to laugh at himself for sounding stupid. But Tooru snapped his mouth shut, red-faced, and put his hands back onto his knees.
Huh.
“Color?” Iwaizumi asked, just to check. The setter chewed his lip again.
“Green,” he agreed quietly. Satisfied and soothed, Hajime stood in front of his boyfriend, sitting with his legs half-spread on the bed.
“Put your hand around your cock,” Hajime said, hoping that it didn’t sound like a suggestion. Despite his research, he was just as new to this as Oikawa was, and was kind of winging it. Tooru obeyed, even if he looked embarrassed about it, his chest reddening as his flush spread down his neck.
“You’re pretty,” Hajime said, his voice softening, unable to not tell him so. Tooru shuddered under his soft words, his semi hardening a little more. “Stroke yourself a little. Slowly.”
A little shaky, Tooru complied, the muscles in his thighs bunching and tensing as he offered himself slow, gentle strokes, no lube to soothe the friction. Yet.
“Stop,” Iwaizumi murmured, once the setter was fully hard. “Lay on your back.” With a little grunt of complaint, Oikawa did so, wiggling until he was comfortable, flat against the mattress.
Iwaizumi moved again, finding the leather gloves. Oikawa must have heard the stretch of the material, as a soft gasp pierced the quiet. Hajime moved back around and without warning wrapped his hand around Tooru’s ankle, who hissed another gasp between his teeth, surprised at the sudden contact he couldn’t see.
Gently, Hajime manually spread Tooru’s legs a little more, hovering over the bed without getting onto it just yet, and ghosted a puff of warm air over Oikawa’s cock, which made him do this whole-body shudder that Iwaizumi liked.
“Color?” he checked.
“Green,” Tooru whispered immediately.
Instead of sucking him off—Hajime was sorely tempted but knew that he probably needed to get him a bit more worked up first—Iwaizumi pressed his lips to a sensitive part of Oikawa’s thigh, rubbing his gloved hands along the sides of his legs, spreading them more as he found a place to kiss, then suck, then bite.
Tooru was already starting to squirm, little huffs of air escaping his chest. Hajime switched to the other leg, giving it the same treatment, moving him around as he pleased. Eventually, he crawled between them, aware that his stomach was pulling and that he was getting pretty damn hard himself, but he wanted to do this right.
Dragging the leather gloves up Oikawa’s sides, he pulled his upper body up and off the bed enough to dig his thumbs into his knuckles.
“Oh!” Tooru gasped, legs squeezing around Hajime’s knees. The trainer pressed a little more firmly, offering rubs and circles and gentle little pinches that grew more firm as he let himself get lost in Oikawa’s wiggles and soft sounds.
“Hajime—” Tooru whined, hands fluttering as he tried to reach for himself. Hajime, hands full, bit him on his left pectoral. Oikawa yelped through a sudden, loud moan.
“Color?” Iwaizumi asked.
“Green—”
“Then shut up,” Hajime said, feeling a little cheeky. He almost laughed when Tooru’s mouth dropped in something between completely flustered and offended. “Keep your hands at your sides.” Oikawa practically growled, squirming and puffing his breaths, but obeyed.
Wow, Hajime could get hooked on this.
“Lift your head,” he told him, gentler this time. Tooru did so, and Iwaizumi continued rubbing and pinching at his chest as he mouthed at Oikawa’s throat, sucking and nibbling and pressing where he knew where he was most sensitive, sucking one of his earlobes into his mouth for good measure.
Tooru started to sag against him, soft little sounds breaking from his throat as he squirmed, struggling to keep his arms still, his legs twitching around Hajime’s.
“Sit up,” Hajime reminded him against his jugular, and his lips parted when Oikawa let out a frustrated and needy whine as he followed the instruction. “You’re doing good, Tooru,” he promised, feeling a little dazed, caught between feeling powerful and feeling highly responsible. His partner, his lover, his best friend was putting full trust in him, and despite the ego boost and the definite power trip, Hajime wasn’t going to make him feel like he should regret trusting him, not for a moment.
Maybe Hajime was also trying to prove that Tooru’s trust—the same trust that had gotten them into this situation last week—wasn’t unfounded.
His words had an extra effect on the setter that he hadn’t really accounted for. He followed orders, sure, sometimes frustrated about it, but the way that his body went lax and loose after Iwaizumi praised him was wonderfully interesting, never having been quite this obvious before.
Hajime pressed the leather into Oikawa’s nipples again, firm but not bruising, and Oikawa’s body jolted as he tried to keep his back straight, head still tilted up where Hajime had left it. Wow, he was so pretty this way. Iwaizumi whispered as much as he circled his thumbs again, letting his fingers dig into the skin of his back.
Tooru let out a soft, needy sound, his throat working as he shuffled his legs, trying to close them for relief to his now-dribbling cock.
“Can you be good for me?” Hajime asked, feeling a little breathless and dazed himself.
“Yes,” Tooru whispered, voice a little slurred with want. The trainer’s ears pricked to the sound. They were getting somewhere.
“Sit still for a minute. Don’t touch yourself and don’t slouch,” he asked. He pulled back without waiting for a reply, and Tooru’s body shuddered with the loss of contact, but he didn’t move an inch. Feeling weirdly proud, Hajime collected the now-warmed lube and the little wand.
The little vibrator was designed to be especially quiet, shaped in a thin, blunt, flexible cylinder no wider than Hajime’s thumb. It was far longer, though, designed to be handheld, and with a few different charges.
Hajime returned to the bed, having already applied lube to the toy, careful to make sure that it was quiet as he spread it over the tip. It wasn’t so big that it couldn’t be introduced without stretching first, but he opted to be careful anyway.
The most important thing about this toy, however, was that Hajime had gotten it with a leather sheath that could be used with it. Which—in theory—would mean that Tooru wouldn’t know if he was using his finger or the vibrator until it was turned on. To ease him into it, Hajime coated one of his gloved fingers in lube first, before lifting one of Tooru’s legs.
The setter jumped at the contact again, and then sighed with pleasure when Hajime rubbed his finger around his entrance, free hand squeezing his leg for comfort and as an anchor.
“Good job being still,” Iwaizumi praised, allowing his voice to overflow with affection. “You’re doing so good, Tooru; I’ve got you.”
Oikawa’s body did a little shudder when Iwaizumi started to press.
“Color?” he asked.
“Green,” Tooru sighed, relaxing around him. Hajime moved closer, pulling his finger away to quickly swap it for the toy—off for now, and returned it to his partner. The setter gave no indication that he noticed anything different. Iwaizumi took his time pressing the toy inside, tracing his other hand up Oikawa’s shuddering ribs, pressing kisses and love bites into his neck and shoulders until Tooru was gasping.
Hajime moved his thumb over the button for the vibrator, his other hand sliding up to the small of Tooru’s back for support.
“Color?” he checked.
“Green,” Tooru breathed, his voice hitching, and then his brow furrowing the tiniest amount when Iwaizumi maneuvered the toy a little farther than his finger could reasonably reach, though he gasp he offered when it found his prostate made that disappear.
Hajime, shaking with anticipation himself, turned on the vibrator to its first setting.
Oikawa’s entire body jolted, his hands spasming, grabbing at Iwaizumi’s shoulders, his knees leaping off the bed to dig into Iwaizumi’s ribs as he let out a wail of shock. Hajime held him, rotating the toy and pressing it a little deeper as Tooru jerked and spasmed, mouth wide with pleasure and surprise.
“Agh! Ah—Hajime, ah!” he managed, clawing at his back. “S—uh! Ah!”
“Color?” the trainer asked, choosing not to scold him for breaking the earlier orders to stay still, watching as Tooru wiggled and jolted, his hips moving in stuttering shapes around the toy that Iwaizumi continued to angle to find the best spot.
“Greengreens’green,” Tooru rushed out, clinging to him as he shook, his head tilted back as he drooled from his mouth and his now-red cock. “Oh—ohgod, Hajime—Hajime.”
“Stay still, Tooru,” Hajime reminded him, in awe when Oikawa’s body practically locked up beyond buzzing as his muscles twitched and trembled, hands digging into Hajime’s back. Iwaizumi turned up the charge without warning, forcing Tooru to shudder and arch as he fucked the toy in and out until Oikawa was moaning and making little whining sounds in his throat.
Tooru was starting to do that same shudder that he did last week, that full body shiver that was on the edge of a spasm, his mouth locked open as he gasped for air between breathy pants and tiny little cries.
“Okay?” Iwaizumi checked. Oikawa’s chest heaved with a sob, and Hajime pulled the toy out so that he could catch his breath enough to reply.
“M’feeling—foggy,” he slurred, his hips still rocking, searching for anything to help relieve him. Hajime relaxed at the response, but was noting his speech change and his shudders.
“I’ve got you, just relax,” the trainer promised, squeezing his legs as he rolled a condom onto himself—another thing he’d checked with Tooru first. He hissed when the warm lube was spread over the condom, dangerously close to coming just from watching the show Oikawa was putting on under his instruction and control.
Tooru’s hips wiggled when Hajime lifted him over his erection, mouthing at his chest.
“Color?”
“Green,” Tooru pleaded. Hajime pulled him down—slowly, due to the absence of thorough stretching, though it should be enough as long as he didn’t push—onto his cock, exhaling to keep himself from spilling over the moment that he was sheathed inside. Oikawa let out a strangled little ‘guh’ when he was filled, the position allowing for Iwaizumi to reach deep inside him.
Oikawa’s hips rocked, and Iwaizumi’s hands pressed them still.
“Don’t move, Tooru,” he reminded him. The setter, shuddering all over and shiny with sweat, whined. “You can hold onto me, I’ve got you. I’m taking care of you, you’re safe, let me do it,” Iwaizumi soothed. Oikawa sniffled and shuddered again but didn’t go against the gentle orders, his cock strained and leaking where it was pressing against Hajime’s stomach.
Hajime trailed a gloved finger down the setter’s cock, smiling fondly when Tooru arched just a little to encourage it, more pre-come drooling from the tip. Iwaizumi replaced his finger with the toy for the next stroke, feeling Oikawa clench around him.
Surely there’s no way he’d fall for it twice?
Iwaizumi, too curious not to find out—and aware that Oikawa was getting closer to that haze they were reaching for—turned the toy back on when it was pressed against the base of his cock.
Tooru wailed, his hips pistoning, crying out louder when a firm hand on his lower back kept him from doing much more than squirming onto Hajime’s cock. Nowhere to go but where he was sitting was safe.
“I’ve got you,” Hajime reminded him as Oikawa’s words slurred and became incoherent again, babbles turning to endless moans and cries. “I’ve got you, you’re safe. I’m—ohfuck—” Hajime was struggling too. Oikawa was clenching in a rhythm similar to orgasm around him, though he was sure that Tooru hadn’t come yet. It was driving him nuts but he fought to keep still as the setter continued to writhe, choked, desperate noises in his throat.
“You’re almost there,” Hajime told him, though he was honestly unsure as he turned up the toy a little more, running it up and down the length of his partner’s cock.
“Mmh—guh, ah—ah—agh!” was Tooru’s only response before he locked again. Iwaizumi’s eyes went round, Oikawa’s legs squeezing his hips, his body arching up as he came hard, spilling over Hajime’s chest. Iwaizumi kept his hand firmly on his back, gritting his teeth as the roiling of Tooru’s muscles made him come a moment after, burying his face into Tooru’s heaving chest as he shook like he’d been electrocuted.
Hajime had to unlock his own limbs before he was able to turn off the toy and toss it to the side, Tooru still spilling come as he shivered and whined long and loud in his throat.
“Good, you’re so good, Tooru,” Hajime soothed, rubbing his hand over his back as the setter started to sag. “I’ve got you, you did so good for me.”
Oikawa hummed into his shoulder, his lack of words telling Iwaizumi everything. He ran through his plan for if they’d managed it.
“Color?” he asked. Tooru managed a noise that sounded similar to ‘green,’ but was so slurred it took the trainer straining his ears to catch it. Good. He was still riding the high but more present—more grounded than last time.
“I’ve got you, you’re safe,” Iwaizumi murmured, rocking them back and forth gently, the setter firmly squeezed between his arms, both of them steeping in afterglow. “You did so good, Tooru. I’m so proud of you.”
“G’d?” Tooru slurred, sounding spent and hazy but pleased. Hajime, relieved that he was doing this right this time, smiled into his shoulder.
“So good. Feeling good?”
“Mm,” the setter agreed emphatically, the hum almost a purr. Iwaizumi felt his chest cave with emotion. Tooru still trusted him this much. Enough to be completely vulnerable, enough to completely give into his arms and his control, enough to let himself get lost in a haze that had spooked him the first time, even though Hajime had screwed up when it had happened unexpectedly.
“S’good,” Oikawa added, sleepy and pliant, though his hands were still shaking from adrenaline as he sagged, limp over Hajime’s lap. “M’warm.”
“That’s good,” Hajime agreed, pulling off his gloves to lay bare-handed circles over Oikawa’s back, which he melted into with another pleased, if slightly drunken hum. “You wanna lay down or stay here?”
Oikawa’s arms, weak and shaky, suddenly squeezed him.
“Don’ go,” he whimpered. Hajime squeezed him back.
“I’m not going anywhere, Tooru. I’ve got you, you’re safe to relax,” he promised. Tooru offered a sleepy harumph into his shoulder, but loosened his grip again with satisfaction when the trainer didn’t let go. This was vulnerable, so vulnerable, and Hajime felt himself squeeze Oikawa closer, feeling like he was cradling Tooru’s heart in his hands, and if he slipped up even a little it would fall to shatter on the floor.
“How are you feeling?” Hajime checked after about fifteen minutes of just sitting there, rocking and swaying gently back and forth. He was feeling a bit sticky and gross, but he thought better than to pull out or move them until Oikawa was feeling more stable.
“Fuzzy… M’full of sunshine,” Tooru slurred. Hajime bit back a snort, amused and so fond his heart might burst.
“You’re adorable,” he mumbled, chest feeling full. Oikawa hummed back, nuzzling his nose into Iwaizumi’s shoulder. It was a workout holding up more than six feet of athlete, but Hajime was willing to do it for his idiot any day of the week.
“Nuh-uh,” Oikawa claimed childishly, voice muffled and drooling all over Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “S’ you…”
“Me?” Hajime inquired, running a hand through Tooru’s sweaty hair.
“Mm,” Tooru agreed nonsensically. “Dizzy,” he added a moment later.
“Wanna lay down?” Hajime asked. Tooru managed a little nod. Carefully, trying not to keep their bodies from separating, Iwaizumi gently tilted them into the bed until they were laying flat, side by side, Oikawa’s legs still around him. Tooru sighed and relaxed further, eyes heavy-lidded between long, slow blinks, pupils dilated.
Iwaizumi nearly drifted off himself, warmed and relaxed by the recent orgasm, though he made sure to keep his hands moving, running up and down Oikawa’s back or firmly squeezing him close to keep their skin to skin contact and remind Tooru that he was there and wasn’t going anywhere. It took less time than last week—maybe thirty minutes—before Tooru’s eyes started to clear and he let out another sleepy, pleased hum.
“I feel glowy again,” he whispered, a smile at the edge of his lip. Hajime smiled at him, feeling stupidly soft.
“Yeah? You feel okay, though?” he checked. Tooru hummed again with a nod.
“Feel good. Really good. I love you, you’re cute,” he mumbled. Iwaizumi shook out a light laugh, pulling a little hair from his forehead.
“I love you too. But we’re sticky and gross,” he informed him. Tooru’s nose scrunched.
“You love me when I’m gross, you said so,” he pouted, eyes still dilated but coming to. Hajime grinned, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“That I do.”