Archive of Our Own ^beta

Practice had gone as it usually did. Oikawa continued to act like his cocky self, continuing to send Iwaizumi teasing smiles whenever he caught the other looking at him. It was their job to clean the court after practice today and Oikawa had plans. He may not have thoroughly thought out those plans, or expected them to come true. But he had plans.

Practice today was a short captains practice before the school break, which meant everyone was distracted and excited to rush home and begin break once the clock hit 20:00. With everyone distracted with thoughts of sleeping for the next week straight and putting off assignments as long as possible to do it, it gave Oikawa plenty of chances to tease Iwaizumi. Whether it was a flirty smile, or bending down a bit too proactively to pick up a run away ball, Oikawa just wanted to see if he could make Iwaizumi flustered.

He did. In fact, maybe a bit more than flustered. Which is how he finds himself pressed up against the door of the supply closest. Cheek pressed into the cool wood of the door, which is slowly heating up due to his body. Oikawa's eyes had slipped shut at some point, and he can’t seem to focus enough to open them when all his body and mind seem to be focused on is Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi. Who’s currently pressed up against Oikawa, hips grinding into Oikawa’s ass, and panting into the curve of his neck. He’s got both his hands locked on to the others hips, holding him in place as he continues his slow grinds.

“Fuck, Iwa. What’s gotten into you,” Oikawa manages to get out. One hand leaving its place from the door, reaching back to tangle fingers into the other's hair.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? What did you expect, with all the flirting you were doing during practice. You wanted this to happen. You’re such a little tease.”

All Oikawa can do is bite his lip to stifle a moan as one of the hands on his hips slowly slides forwards. Cupping his crotch before giving a firm squeeze to Oikawa’s dick. God does Oikawa want to let out his moans and be as loud as he wants. But even though everyone should be gone from the buildings right now and starting their break, the thought of one or two stragglers cleaning people finishing up their last few tasks doesn’t leave his mind. And Oikawa really doesn’t want to deal with being found by any staff members like this.

Iwaizumi, on the other hand, seems to have no problem with making any noises. Oikawa can hear the pants and groans right by his ear, and it sends a tremble through his legs every time the other seems to thrust a bit harder, causing his moans to be a bit louder.

“Iwa-chan. Come on. Let me turn around, I wanna see you,” Oikawa whines a bit.

He’s not entirely sure if the other heard him at first, but after a few seconds Iwaizumi’s hips stop and he turns Oikawa around before pushing him back up against the door. Oikawa wraps his arms around the other's neck and pulls the other into a kiss. It’s wet and messy, all open mouth and tongue. Oikawa lets out his first true, loud moan of the night at the feeling of Iwaizumi’s crotch pressed against his own, and the feeling of his tongue inside his mouth. He feels a bit giddy at the fact he managed to rile Iwaizumi up enough to have him desperate for him like this on school campus.

Distracted by the kiss and his proud achievement, Oikawa doesn’t register the hand slowly sliding down his thigh right away. He does notice it when it roughly grabs the back of his thigh above the knees, and his leg is yanked up and placed around the others hip. Both men can’t help the moan they let out as the new angle allows Iwaizumi to slot himself better against Oikawa.

“You feel so good against me, Oikawa. But I want to hear you, baby. Let me hear how good you feel.”

Oikawa’s head immediately slams back against the door, and he lets out a loud moan that seems to echo throughout the small room, and probably down the hall outside the door as well. With his head tilted back, and mouth distracted by letting out tiny moans almost constantly now, he can feel the other starting to kiss his neck. Gentle at first, before becoming more aggressive. Harsh sucks and nips form bruises all across Oikawa’s neck. As the attack on his neck begins to get more aggressive, so does the pace of Iwaizumi’s thrusts.

Oikawa feels himself starting to fast approach the edge. Can tell by the way his cock is twitching in his shorts, hips stuttering to try and meet the others. He doesn’t even feel embarrassed with the fact he’s going to cum in his pants when he knows Iwaizumi probably feels the same.

“Iwa- fuck. I’m so close. Kiss me.”

Without verbally responding, one of Iwaizumi’s hands grabs the back of the other's head and pulls him into a kiss. Their teeth clack together and the kiss quickly turns more open mouth panting against each other as they both near their orgasms. Oikawa’s fingers dig into the top of the others back as he shakes from the pleasure starting to travel down his spine.

“You’re doing so well for me, Oikawa. I love hearing you. Love knowing how good I can make you feel.”

The praise is all Oikawa needs to push him over the edge. His nails dig into Iwaizumi’s back, thighs tensing and head thrown back as he moans through his orgasm. Even through the mind fog of pleasure he’s currently in, Oikawa can tell when Iwaizumi reaches his peak as well. He can feel the way the others' thrusts begin to stutter before he lets out a long, deep moan against the side of Oikawa’s neck. He can feel little aftershocks over overstimulation shoot through his body as Iwaizumi’s hips continue to slightly stutter against him through his own aftershocks.

After another minute both men seem to slightly begin to calm down, their breaths still ragged but minds no longer completely clouded with pleasure. Oikawa lowers his head from where it’s thrown back against the door, while Iwaizumi lifts his head from the other's neck. They both stare at each other, mouths close and breaths mixing.

Iwaizumi moves the hand that had fallen to the back of Oikawa’s neck up to his cheek, cupping the side of his face. Oikawa closes his eyes and leans into the touch, a slight smile gracing his lips. A moment later Oikawa opens his eyes to look at the other and slightly pouts.

“Iwa-chan, how rude! What am I supposed to wear home now? I don’t have a change of clothes! Do you really expect me to go home like this?”

“Don’t lie, shitty-kawa. You were planning to spend the night at my place tonight. I know you have clothes on you.”

“Iwa-chan… you really think I was going to be wearing clothes while I’m at your place?”