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Oikawa stops short of heading up the stairs to the apartment community, a long yawn jumping out from his chest and pushing tears into his eyes. As a night owl, he doesn’t mind taking the late shifts at the coffee shop. He’s used to being up at all hours—staying up all night watching alien movies was no problem—but he’d rather be doing something he enjoys versus work. On top of his job, he’s in the final stretch to getting his college degree, so classes have him more worn out than usual.
Simply put, Oikawa is exhausted. And the last thing he wanted to do tonight was walk home, which he ended up doing anyway. He lightly whimpers before he makes a step up, legs feeling like lead, one after the other until he lands on his floor. His hands clumsily fumble for his keys—as tired as he is, opening his damn door tonight is going to be a chore more than a challenge.
He gets to his door and stops, glaring a bit at the golden knob in front of him that has given him so much trouble before. “Just, work tonight, okay?” He asks the door quietly, like it might answer him. He grips the knob and readies his key, wiggling it just a bit--because his door is weird like that--to try and jumble the lock.
Oddly enough, it opens.
Oikawa’s face contorts into a bit of a frown, surprised that his door isn’t giving him any trouble, and it’s unlocked. Did I forget to lock it earlier…? He questions to himself. He wouldn’t be that surprised, with as tired as he is.
He stumbles inside and drops his bag right at the doorway, kicking out of his shoes tiredly. The least he could do is shower before he let’s his head hit the pillow. He reeks of coffee remains and sweat; working next to hot machines for a few hours almost always makes him feel gross.
He decides he’ll use the last of his energy to shower off, and peels his shirt from over his head, tossing it somewhere in the hallway as he makes his way to the bathroom. Thankfully he’s memorized the layout of his dorm and was able to navigate it relatively well considering his drowsiness was really wearing down on him at this point, but the smell of ground beans had stained even his skin and the least he could do was wash it off before hitting the hay.
Oikawa rips open the fly of his pants hastily, wanting to get out of them quickly, the way they stick to him makes him uncomfortable. He successfully manages to get them off without falling on his face, and throws them into some obscure part of the hallway as well.
He makes it to the shower, getting rid of his boxers and reaching for the knob to turn on the water. Just the sound of clean, running water makes his shoulders relax and fatigue put more weight on his eyelids. Thankfully the water warms up fast, so when he steps under the water, he sighs in content.
This shower will be quick, Oikawa decides, reaching up for his luffa. He then goes to reach for his body wash.
His eyes widen when he narrows in on the two objects in his hands. The luffa is white, and the body wash brand says Old Spice, something musky and masculine.
Oikawa has never owned Old Spice in his entire life, and his luffa is definitely not white, looking like it came from some cheap dollar store.
He doesn’t have much time to process where he is, because he hears muffled footsteps through the roaring of the shower. Oikawa’s heart races in his chest, wondering whether he should reach to put the items back, or use them as a defense.
The door pushes open with a bang, and seconds later an arm punches through the gap in the curtain to rip it open. Oikawa squeaks, panic rising through him as he tries to scramble somewhere, but his legs act opposite of his brain and send him right onto his ass, thudding loud against the floor of the tub.
He yelps, and instinctively tries to sit up at the bottom of a damp tub, slipping and sliding all over the place to no avail. “I-I’m so sorry, holy fuck, I—”
“What the fuck is going on here?? Who are you?! And what are you doing in my shower?!” The apparent owner of the apartment glares daggers down at Oikawa, fists clenched and teeth bared. He has half a mind to think that the frightened stranger in his tub is beautiful from head to toe, but he’s more concerned about why and how he got in here.
Oikawa tries to swallow his panic and clamber to his feet, apology written all over him. “ Fuck— uhm—I’ll pay you for using your water, I was just so tired and—I thought this was my apartment, uhm—!” Oikawa tries to pull the apartment number from memory. He could have sworn he went up three flights of stairs, fourth door on the right. How did he get it wrong?
The owner sees the fear and remorse riddled all over him, probably coupled with embarrassment that he’s sitting naked in a stranger’s tub. While he’s still a little weirded out about the situation, he can’t find it in him to be hostile.
“No, er,” he exhales heavy through his nose, fists relaxing, “you were obviously tired. I guess I forgot to lock my door.” He awkwardly glances away, because while this isn’t the best scenario, he can’t deny that there is something positive about finding a beautiful, naked stranger in your own shower.
He looks back at Oikawa, who looks flustered and probably in a little bit of pain. “Do you, uh...need help? Getting up? I mean...I mean standing up ,” he clears his throat, breezing a hand across his face and neck like he isn’t blushing at all.
“Ah, Yes, please,” Oikawa nods, taking the outstretched hand thankfully and stepping carefully out of the tub. At this point, things probably couldn’t get any more awkward, so Oikawa is just thankful that this guy hasn’t thrown him out the front door in this state.
“Do you want some fresh clothes? Uhm…” He pauses, waiting for a name while trying not to look too hard at all the beauty on display.
"Oikawa. Thank you… I’m sorry again, for all of this,” Oikawa rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. He would stop to soak in this stranger’s sun kissed tan that stretches over thick and sculpted arms. It doesn’t take a hard look to know that this guy isn’t just skilled in heavy lifting. He’s beautifully crafted, all over . He would stop to stare, but the other man’s voice snaps him back to reality.
"No its okay,” he says passively as he waves Oikawa to follow him to his bedroom. “I’m glad it was a babe—I mean—” He clenches his eyes shut and bites his cheek. Smooth move. “Ah, fuck, I mean, I’m glad it was you and not some axe murderer."
The towel bound Oikawa quirks an eyebrow upwards, a slight smirk playing upon his lips. “So you think I’m a babe, huh?” He snickers, though he knows damn well that his own cheeks are tinted a darker shade of pink than before. He hums again, signaling he’s waiting for some kind of name to be given.
"Iwaizumi Hajime, and compared to a murderer, yeah," he glares down at his dresser, his blush deepening. Thank God his back was turned to Oikawa. There is a small stretch of silence as he fishes through his drawer to grab something he knows won’t drape on Oikawa like a robe.
“So...did you, y’know, look?”
Iwaizumi freezes over the dresser, hand stuck on a possible shirt. His breath falters for a second and takes a moment before responding. “Well… you were naked.”
“Oh, well… You’re a catch too, y’know..” Oikawa mumbles, fingers nervously picking at the fabric of the towel around his waist. “So, what did you think of it?” He asks, partly poking fun, partly curious about what kind of answer Iwaizumi would give him.
Iwaizumi lightly smacks his arm after turning around finally to face the rosy cheeked boy, matching him with his own blotchy face. “I swear, I can kick you out right now.”
“Aw, Iwa-chan, don’t be bashful,” Oikawa teases, still craving a solid answer, but also having fun putting quite the carmine shade on this stranger’s face.
Iwaizumi’s eyes widen and his jaw pops open. “Wh—Iwa-chan?”
The teasing stops abruptly, Oikawa reeling back out of his personal space, brown eyes wide and innocent. “Oh, is that not okay?” He asks. He knows he has a habit of getting friendly with people rather quickly, despite his intentions being lighthearted.
Iwaizumi however, finds the nickname to be adorable, especially coming from his lovely intruder. “Uh, no, it’s...fine,” he says slowly, “you don’t want to use Iwaizumi?” He asks. You don’t want to use Hajime? Iwaizumi mentally kicks himself, trying not to think about how good his full name would sound coming from Oikawa’s velvety voice.
"Not unless you make me," Oikawa adds quietly, voice gaining something dangerous and sultry.
Iwaizumi pauses again from grabbing in his drawer, looking back at a naked and dripping Oikawa with nothing but a loose towel on his hips. "Was that a challenge, Oikawa?" Iwaizumi asks, voice gaining something just as erotic.
And he slyly runs his finger across the edge of the towel, pausing at his pelvic muscles. "Should I... go back to the shower?" The look in his milky eyes is inviting, and with the slightest bit of tongue sticking out from his plush lips, Iwaizumi is just about to give into him.
Iwaizumi’s eyes run slowly in the same path that Oikawa’s fingers are creating, feeling something trickle from the back of his skull straight to his cock. "I mean,” he murmurs, “you never did get to wash yourself,” he supplies, “maybe I’ll join you to make sure you do it properly."
The seductive brunet takes a backwards step towards the bathroom and they both tumble in, starting the water, the humidity rising once again in the small bathroom. With a desiring look, Oikawa drops the towel, revealing himself to Iwaizumi, who was pulling his shirt from over his head.
Oikawa bites his lip and smirks "You're a catch alright." and Iwaizumi just smiles back at him.
Iwaizumi steps to him, and Oikawa reaches for him, grabbing at both sides of his face and pressing their lips together. The kiss is slow, Oikawa hesitating because there’s still the fact that he’s barely known this guy for ten minutes and they’re already naked and backtracking into the shower.
With the space between them filled and the warm water rushing overhead, it’s easy to get lost on the other’s mouth, trying their best to focus on working their lips together as best as they could given their situation.
They part enough for Iwaizumi’s lips to curve into a smile, his voice low with something taunting. “You nervous?”
Oikawa feels heat rise from his neck to the tips of his ears again, and mumbles, “Shush, this is really unconventional.” He feels a quick peck being placed onto his lips moments later, the now familiar feeling of the other man’s lips rather comforting to him, easing his nerves.
Iwaizumi mouths a trail along Oikawa’s jawline, taking in the sweet sigh that floats from Oikawa’s lips.
"You know, I’m starting to think that you stumbling into here wasn’t so bad."
Oikawa pauses, eyes snapping open with some excitement. His voice quivers just a bit when Iwaizumi licks the sensitive spot just underneath his earlobe, biting down enough to send a spark of pleasure trickling down Oikawa’s body. "Really? When did you figure that out?"
"After I saw that divine ass and wanted it to sit on my face."
Oikawa can't even make a comeback with that besides being so turned on and rock hard it’s almost painful. There's no way he can hide it now, and Iwaizumi knows it, bringing hips closer and reaching for his body wash.
"I'll be thorough, so this might take a while," he hums, and Oikawa’s throat closes and skin tingles when he hears the click of the cap being popped open. He idly notices Iwaizumi hasn’t reached back for the luffa, and he tries to suppress the moan in his throat when he sees Iwaizumi lather the gel between his fingers.
Iwaizumi starts slow, hands sliding upwards along Oikawa’s abdomen, thumbs kneading in sensual circles towards his chest. He peeks up at Oikawa to measure his reaction before continuing, pressing down on Oikawa’s nipples, rolling the two pink buds beneath the pads of his thumbs. Oikawa’s head tilts back against the shower wall and whines, pushing up against his touch, hands flying up to grip Iwaizumi’s shoulders.
Iwaizumi continues his journey along Oikawa’s body, the actual washing part kicking in when he goes for Oikawa’s arms and back. Somehow there’s still tension added to it, pushed down into Oikawa’s skin by Iwaizumi’s strong hands, setting a fire underneath his skin wherever he washed.
Oikawa’s becomes weak when Iwaizumi’s hands work their way down his back, pausing to lather more soap in his hands before he reaches the curve of Oikawa’s ass. His breath catches in his throat and the smallest “ Yes ,” dies out on his lips as Iwaizumi massages his ass, kneading it, holding it in his large palms. God, and what a perfect round ass it was.
After a time that seems like an eternity of those hands spreading and groping his cheeks, prodding that sensitive ring of muscle over and over again, Oikawa grows impatient. He knows full well they’re both hard and eager, and although he’s melting beneath Iwaizumi’s hands, he’s hungry for more, much more.
Iwaizumi has gotten dangerously close to every erotic part on Oikawa’s body, but never quite pleasuring him in the way he keeps silently asking for it. Oikawa whimpering every so often goes ignored by Iwaizumi. He knows he wants him to touch him, but he wants to make it last. It’s not everyday you get a beautiful present dropped on your doorstep.
Oikawa whines the loudest when he feels Iwaizumi’s cock brush against him, hot and heavy, but never moving further.
“Why won’t you touch me?" Oikawa's voice is so needy, between a whine and a growl.
Iwaizumi takes a moment, eyes running over Oikawa’s soap covered skin. "I wanna get you as sexy as you can be," he says low, fingers stopping just at Oikawa’s hip. He decides right then, at some point tonight he’s going to cover these hipbones with love bites and good grips, proof that he’s going to leave Oikawa thoroughly fucked when he’s done.
Oikawa’s patience reaches it’s limit after hearing Iwaizumi utter those words, and he pushes away from the wall and kisses him hard, blunt nails raking down Iwaizumi’s chest and stomach. God , could this guy be any better sculpted? It’s like a fantasy come true, and when Oikawa’s fingers graze past Iwaizumi’s happy trail, his dick jumps, teeth nibbling down on Iwaizumi’s lip.
Something in him breaks, and he gets a hand around Iwaizumi’s cock hurriedly, smirking just slightly against his mouth as he starts to stroke him in a steady rhythm.
Iwaizumi lets him do it, he lets him work his cock eagerly, and gets into his ear. "Someone's eager to be fucked..."
Oikawa's legs almost give out right then and there, hearing Iwaizumi grow bolder the further they go.
Noticing his tensing and the hand tugging his cock obvious proof of Oikawa’s ambitions. Iwaizumi huffs gruffly, deciding to finally put an end to the torturous teasing and his hand dips down and wraps about Oikawa’s hardness as well, nibbling his ear, the other hand finding its way to his hole and circles around hesitantly.
“...Can I?” His voice draws low, the vibration of his vocal cords playing Oikawa like a damn piano, and he nods into the muscular shoulder before him, resting his forehead there in embarrassment mixed with pleasure.
"H-holy fuck, please do." Oikawa’s voice falters for the thousandth time and when those fingers push in he’s a goner, not that he already wasn’t from the start.
Iwaizumi starts out slow, fingers curling in an effort to find the spot that would send Oikawa wheeling skyward in pleasure. He finds it rather quickly--not passing up a chance to feel smug about it--and works it fervently, watching Oikawa tense and wriggle above his hand.
He gets three fingers deep, vibrating from the wrist and Oikawa lets out a series of the most angelic moans he’s ever heard, practically begging against the wet tile for Iwaizumi to give him what he really wants. The quick movements of his wrist last a while, fingers curling and scissoring inside of the tight walls, wrist snapping back and forth.
“Ahn- oh my god -” Is what Iwaizumi can make out of Oikawa’s moans, his voice following the pace of the fingers moving inside of him. Iwaizumi gives himself a mental award for being skilled with his hands.
The pleading echoes in the shower, bouncing off the walls and landing back to engrave themselves inside Hajime’s mind, encrypting just how badly this man wants it, processing it and giving in. God, Oikawa was just so sexy whenever Iwaizumi’s finger would press upon the spot that makes him clench around his fingers, and he begins to imagine just how that’s going to feel around his hardness.
He backs Oikawa into the cool tile wall, sucking out any breath that were to leave him with his mouth. His fingers are pulled out, and focused on holding onto the lithe yet muscular body looming down on him.
"I'm not gonna miss out on your beautiful face during this," he growls when their lips part once more, and right there Oikawa forgets all about the shit week he’s had, the horrible walk home from work, the completely embarrassing fact that he stumbled into the wrong apartment. All he knows is this beauty is going to fuck him, and from the look on his face and the ardent tone in his voice, he plans on doing a damn good job.
Iwaizumi hooks an arm underneath Oikawa's thigh, pressing the head of his cock to his entrance. He gives one look to Oikawa for permission before he fills him to the hilt, slow and steady, then hooking the other leg and pressing Oikawa flat to the wall.
Oikawa grimaces and whines at the feeling and reciprocates it into the kiss, so hot for Iwaizumi that his brows push together in almost frustration, the steam rising from the everlasting shower not making his body temperature any better. A gasp jumps out of him as he throws his arms around those buff shoulders.
Blunt nails dig through Iwaizumi’s hair and scratch at shoulder blades. “Go, please, now ,” Oikawa whispers almost in desperation.
Iwaizumi takes the breathy demand and rolls his hips, lips dropping open as he discovers just how good Oikawa feels. “ Fuck ,” Iwaizumi hissed to himself, but Oikawa catches it. He chuckles playfully, about to make some smart remark, but the attempt vanishes when Iwaizumi snaps his hips forward again, filling him completely and pressing his spine further against the wall.
Iwaizumi has set another goal aside from marking up those pretty hipbones. He’s going to fuck Oikawa until he forgets how to breathe.
Iwaizumi solidifies that this was a great idea with how good Oikawa feels, and the way he whines and moans into his ear is perfect. Iwaizumi is almost forgetting everything himself, all he wants is this beautiful brunet that stumbled into his apartment and when he hears a pitchy, whiny " fuck me! " trickle into his ear he loses all control.
His hips snap forward hungrily, beginning to slip from the steady, deep rhythm and become more erratic the longer Oikawa moans. Iwaizumi lets out a sigh that rolls into a growl when Oikawa gasps, "right there–! Fuck, oh god!"
It builds in the base of Oikawa’s spine, the harsher, faster, deeper Iwaizumi fucks him, the less control he has over everything. His mind goes blank, eyes snapping shut and grimacing as he clenches, the pressure and pleasure building to a point of break. He snaps right in Iwaizumi’s grip, head clunking back against the wall and letting out a strangled gasp, body quivering, cock jumping and spilling white hot against his and Iwaizumi’s stomachs.
He pulls his thick cock out of Oikawa’s tight hole with a loud grunt, eyebrows furrowing harshly at the sudden loss of incredible stimulation.
Iwaizumi follows shortly right after him, hips stuttering and moan rumbling out from his chest, and if the neighbors didn't know their names before, they do now.
They breathe harshly in unison, wet hair dripping onto their skin and water coming down on them in streams. Oikawa’s toes curl a couple times, legs still hooked around Iwa-chan’s back.
Iwaizumi lifts his head from Oikawa’s shoulder, pressing a row of kisses up his neck to his jawline before he pulls back to take a good look at him, flushed and fucked out, looking all kinds of euphoric.
“That...that was good,” Oikawa breathes, “should we shower off?” His eyes roll up to the body soap and luffa.
Iwaizumi glances at them, and shakes his head, chest still slightly heaving from coming. He reaches over for the handle and switches the water off, reaching down for Oikawa’s hand and lacing their fingers together. “I’m not done with you,” he says, giving Oikawa the most alluring bedroom eyes he’s ever seen.
Iwaizumi lets Oikawa down, one leg descending shakily to the slippery shower floor, the other joining it and legs already buckling. He giggles in embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck and meeting those pretty green eyes before him. Wow. Okay, holy fuck.
Iwaizumi drags Oikawa out of the shower by the hand, moving quickly down the hallway towards the bedroom. Oikawa half wonders if he’s alright with all of this water dripping onto his floor on the way, but clearly Iwaizumi doesn’t seem to mind, by the way he’s impatiently hurrying to his bed. He pushes Oikawa towards the mattress and pushes the door shut in one swift movement, knowing Oikawa’s legs are still too weak to catch himself properly.
Oikawa gasps, laughing delightedly into Iwaizumi’s hurried kiss as he lies them both back on the mattress, dripping wet and reenergized.
Iwaizumi stops mid make out and pulls up enough to look down at Oikawa, eyes full of intention and arms flexed on either side of Oikawa’s head. “Baby, sit on my face.”
Some kind of inner switch flips on in Oikawa, despite his already overly sensitive body, and suddenly he can feel his cock hardening and chest trembling with desire. “Oh my god,” he gasps, nodding eagerly, “fuck yes, yes , right now.”
He settles himself to hover upon Iwaizumi’s face, spreading his legs and yelps when his hips are pulled down aggressively.
Iwaizumi grips hard at Oikawa’s ass, dragging his tongue in a playful, wet stripe across his hole, dark pink and twitching, smiling against the warm skin when he hears Oikawa whimper above him, reaching for the headboard to stabilize himself. “I-Iwa-chan…!” Oikawa whines, rolling his hips downward against Iwaizumi’s mouth when he feels his tongue, hot and slow, press itself flat between his own fingers.
Oikawa’s hips shake and quiver, hypersensitivity wracking his bones. He feels the man beneath him smirk, breath hot against his hole all while his tongue teases Oikawa, flicking quickly inside and on the outer rim of his freshly fucked hole.
Iwaizumi’s technique is loud and unabashed, only causing Oikawa to fall further into pleasure with every lewd sound Iwaizumi makes beneath him. How he landed such a gem, in one of the strangest scenarios tonight is beyond him, but he could care less right now, the only thing on his mind is how good he feels.
“You taste,” a lick, “so good.” Another lick, and Oikawa’s clenching the headboard again, never taking his milky eyes off of Iwaizumi. All of this was so overwhelming to him, so good, so sexy.
“You’re so good to ah— me…” He half moans, half giggles out, his gaping mouth curling into a smile, and if that isn’t the cutest fucking thing Hajime has ever heard in his life he would be lying. “Ahn, God —”
The neighbors definitely know "Iwa-chan" is "so good" at something, he's got Oikawa quivering from head to toe. What is he so good at? Video games? "Wrestling"?
Iwaizumi takes it a step further, all hesitance gone as he works a finger in with his tongue, coating it in precome and spit. He’s gentle enough until he hits that one spot that brings tears to Oikawa’s eyes, making them bleary and unfocused. His cute giggling turned into desperate keening. “ Iwa-chan ! Fuck, w-wait—!”
It happens faster this time, and Oikawa comes undone above Iwaizumi, twitching and shaking, his moans almost pleading with his body being thrust into a new kind of euphoric state. Iwaizumi massages at his inner thighs and kneads his ass, groaning greedily against Oikawa’s hole as he clenches.
Iwaizumi finally pulls away after he feels he’s given Oikawa enough to reduce him to a puddle of tears and hypersensitive nerves. He draws his tongue across his bottom lip and presses a kiss to Oikawa’s inner thigh and gazes up at him with lust filling his eyes. “Amazing.” he sighs, thumb drawing small circles into Oikawa’s hip again. He’s starting to see those kiss and grip marks take form. Good.
Oikawa gives himself a moment to think straight, and when he finally gathers up enough energy to have a decent thought, he tilts his head down to look at Iwaizumi. “I want you,” he breathes, using the last bit of energy in his legs to push his weight off of Iwaizumi. “In my mouth.”
Iwaizumi doesn’t get a chance to say anything, feeling the bed shift and Oikawa whip around quickly, one hand placing itself flat against his thigh and the other wrapping a hand about his cock. “Ah, Oikawa—!” he gasps, feeling a warm mouth surround itself over his shaft, making quick work of melting Iwaizumi into his mattress.
With skin still slick from shower water, sweat, and come, Oikawa finds it rather easy to time his hand with his mouth, creating a rhythm that’s both loud and toe-curling and makes Iwaizumi’s hips twitch.
Oikawa pulls back and gasps when he feels Iwaizumi’s hands move along his thighs, and while he doesn’t think he can handle any more stimulation, he’s also somewhat hoping Iwaizumi will get his mouth and hands all over him again.
And he gets his secret desire when he feels a hand palm his cock back to life, mouth sucking at his hole once more.
Oikawa steps it up a notch, knowing he can’t leave Iwaizumi any less satisfied than himself, and buries blunt nails into Iwaizumi’s hip as he works his cock into his throat, forcing down his gag reflex.
“ Oikawa —!” Iwaizumi presses thumbs into the back of Oikawa’s thighs to keep from bucking into him too harshly. He almost can't focus on Oikawa's ass like this, with his cock hidden in Oikawa’s throat and twitching, feeling a warm tongue lap at the base.
Iwaizumi can’t say that he’ll last long, not with how amazing Oikawa’s throat feels around him. He can’t remember the last time he had a blow job this amazing. He can’t remember the last time he even had sex this satisfying. He also wonders just how many cocks this guy has had in his mouth if he’s this skilled with one and oh god, that tongue .
They both have the same thought run through them; It’s like they found their match by accident.
Iwaizumi comes first this time, hips bucking and head tossing back against the pillow with Oikawa’s name lost on his lips, and the sensation of him quivering beneath Oikawa brings the brunet to the edge himself. It’s almost painful, having come three times in one night, but the pleasure that comes with it makes this whole adventure worth it.
At some point, Oikawa makes his way back to lying on his back beside Iwaizumi. He snuggles up against him, resting his head on his arm and looking up at the ceiling.
It feels like forever before either of them have anything to say, or the energy to say it.
After a long stretch of silence, Oikawa turns his head and looks at Iwaizumi, lopsided and fatigued smile on his lips. "Can I say I’m glad I accidentally broke in here?"
Iwaizumi turns to face him, holding a moment before he smiles in return, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “So much better than an axe murderer.”