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Iwaizumi Hajime was not a jealous guy. He felt good in his body, so he didn’t care what others looked like the same way that he felt good in his relationship that he didn’t care what his boyfriend’s relationship with other people looked like. He repeated this in his head while watching Tooru do his goddamn best to get a reaction out of him.
They were at a party thrown by a classmate of Hajime’s. The tiny apartment was overfilled with people that wanted to celebrate the end of the semester. The dance floor was filled with bodies pressed up to each other, not actually dancing, but more like grinding in a way that would not be socially accepted in public anywhere other than at a college party.
There was one body in particular that Iwaizumi kept an eye on with a tight smile on his face. He knew this was exactly what Tooru wanted right now. For him to lose his cool, march into the dance floor, take the slimy hands of the gym bro off of Tooru’s body and replace them with his own. Fuck. Those hands that were all over his boyfriend. One on his broad shoulder, one on his tiny waist. Swaying side to side like a slow love song was playing from the too loud speakers instead of the latest pop song.
And Hajime knew, he really did, that this was Tooru’s plan all along. He knew it from the moment Tooru’s eyes twinkled when Hajime’s roommate invited them to the party two days ago. Tooru, for all that he pushed Hajime to be the best version of himself, also pushed him to bring out the worst in him. It was always extremes with him. And Hajime refused to give him the satisfaction. It wasn’t healthy, Tooru should understand Hajime could be passionate without showing an emotion as ugly as jealousy publicly. And really there was nothing to be jealous about. Tooru was looking over his shoulder in his direction too often for Hajime to doubt he had any interest in the guy holding him, any interest in anyone who wasn’t Hajime for that matter. And he was one of the most loyal people Hajime ever met, he just liked to play with his nerves.
At least that’s what he told himself when that guy asked Tooru for a dance that turned into a half hour and counting challenge of touching every part of Tooru he can get his hands to. But that was before he felt the effects of the beers he chugged when they arrived. Right now, he couldn’t seem to remember what was so bad about pulling Tooru out of the slimy hands of the gym bro. That was his boyfriend after all. The gym bro didn’t deserve to feel those abs that were formed by the sport that was Hajime and Tooru’s alone for more than a decade. Didn’t deserve to smell the cologne Tooru wore since he was 17 just because it was the first valentine’s day gift Hajime gave him after they started dating. He didn’t even know anything about him!
It was with this thought in his head that Hajime straightened himself from the wall he was leaning against. That guy did not and would never know what Oikawa Tooru needed. How he wanted to be touched, what would make him look down with those gorgeous brown eyes filled with tears and cry for Hajime to stop and then keep going and for mercy and for more. He couldn’t possibly know because Tooru himself didn’t even know. It was only Hajime. And hell would freeze over before he let someone else try to figure it out.
“That’s enough.” He said sternly pulling Tooru to himself by the wrist. “Oh Iwa-chan! I didn’t see you coming over. Something wrong?” Asked Tooru with his broken English, not even trying to hide the fact he wanted gym bro to be involved in this conversation. “Yeah, Hajime what do you mean by that? We’re just dancing.” Said the guy Hajime finally got a good look at. He was taller than him, taller than Oikawa even, though he was more on the lean side. Nothing like Hajime who had biceps and thighs he worked on daily and was proud of. If this turned into a fight it would be easy to overpower him thought Hajime fleetingly. Then took a deep breath and said: “Just want to introduce Tooru to some other friends before he gets too drunk. You know?” The guy looked like he wanted to protest but wisely stopped himself after seeing the look on Hajime’s face. He didn’t even know what expression he was wearing but he knew it couldn’t be anything less than murderous.
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“I thought I met all of your friends already Hajime.” Purred Oikawa right into his ear. “Are you sure you didn’t want to just have me to yourself?” Hajime turned to him. “Let’s go. “He said loud enough for gym bro to hear. Then brought Oikawa down by the nape to whisper in his ear: “You win Tooru. I hope you’ll enjoy your reward.” Tooru looked at him surprised. He didn’t expect an admittance of defeat, that was certain. When he took a step back to take a look at Hajime’s face, all he saw was the fake smile he was wearing and eyes so blank that he knew Hajime had to be controlling it carefully.
“Give it to me then Iwa-chan.” He said back in challenge. Pulling him towards the bathroom hoping it was free. “Where do you think we’re going?” Asked Hajime. “..the bathroom?” Replied Tooru uncertainly. They did this song and dance often enough that he knew what Hajime wanted was to find the closest semi-private place they could get into so he could pull their jeans down and jerk them both hard and fast until they took the edge of so they would be able to get through the rest of the party. “Oh no Tooru. You’re going to need a bed after what I’ll do to you.” Said Hajime in that tone that made Tooru fall down to his knees right where they stood.
Instead, he let out a soft laugh he hoped didn’t sound too nervous. “Confident aren’t you Iwa-chan?” His smile fell off his face when he realized Hajime wasn’t even paying attention to him. Just had his phone out and was ordering an uber. “I’ll let some people know we’re leaving. Do not move Tooru. I mean it. You don’t want to make things worse for yourself.” With that he turned around and Tooru watched him go up to his friend who was throwing the party and then to his roommate. Tooru wanted to move just because he was told not to but he felt kind of shocked in place by Iwaizumi’s actions and words.
Trying to force Hajime into jealousy was something Tooru liked doing. After months apart, Tooru liked seeing the passion in Hajime’s eyes. The impatience he had when they were out with people because he wanted Tooru all to himself, the way he would look at people that got too close with eyes that said ‘Mine. He’s all mine and I waited for the day I can touch him again, so who are you to touch him? He’s not yours.’ But Iwaizumi rarely gave him the satisfaction. He played the role of the chill boyfriend so well that Tooru almost believed him. Almost because whenever they got back in bed Iwaizumi would show him with all he had that Tooru’s actions did get to him, and he needed to remind him of his claim. For him to show it publicly though… That was much rarer and Tooru couldn’t even remember a time Hajime admitted it like that. Biting his lip, he tried not to imagine what awaited him.
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Hajime finished saying his goodbyes and after a warning to his roommate to not bother them for the next few hours, went to find Tooru exactly where he left him, leaning against a wall with a pretty blush over his cheeks. He smiled internally, high off the effect he could see he had on Oikawa. This gorgeous 22-year-old, this professional athlete that had the body and face that looked like it was drawn to be the ideal man, blushing because of a few words and looks from Hajime, his childhood friend.
“Our uber is downstairs.” Said Hajime once he got close enough to make himself heard over the loud music. He held out a hand that Tooru took eagerly and started pulling them out the apartment and down the stairs. “Isn’t it a bit early to go home Iwa-chan?” Whined Tooru. “We’ve only been here an hour and I promised your friends I would play beer pong with them.”
Iwaizumi didn’t bother to reply. They both knew this was what Tooru was aiming at anyway. He didn’t want to stay there anymore than was necessary after he reached his goal either. And reach his goal he did. Hajime didn’t know what it was that made him so worked up right now but he couldn’t remember another time when he felt so provoked and infuriated with any of Tooru’s schemes. Even his detour to say his farewells to calm down a bit was not enough. All he could think about was how no one else knew Tooru the way he did and how he wanted to get him in his room and not let him leave until his claim was visible to everyone that saw Tooru.
They rode silently, Hajime trying to take some semblance of control over his mind back and Tooru realizing Hajime needed the silence, the ever-observant boyfriend he was. When they finally got into Hajime’s dorm room, Oikawa turned to him. “Iwa-chan? You’re not actually mad right? I-“ “Shut up Oikawa.” Said Hajime, firmer than he meant to. “What could you possibly say in your defense?” He took a step towards the middle of the room where Tooru was standing. “You didn’t mean it? You just wanted to have some fun dancing? And it’s not your fault he was so handsy?” He took step after step finally forcing Oikawa to sit down on the edge of the bed. “You didn’t want to get me mad? Rile me up? Get a reaction out of me?” He pushed Tooru on the bed till he was laying on his back, put his hands on both sides of his face and leaned down. “You didn’t mean to act like a slut?”
Iwaizumi watched as Tooru sucked in a breath. Eyes fluttering closed from proximity, lips half opened expecting a kiss. Then Hajime straightened himself and without any warning, started unbuckling Oikawa’s pants. “Hajime.” Oikawa called out in surprise. “Hey Oikawa, do me a favor and keep your mouth shut unless it’s to say our safeword okay?” Said Iwaizumi looking up. Then he watched as Tooru nodded, bringing himself up on his elbows so he can watch Hajime. He pulled down Tooru’s pants down and in a practiced move took both his pants and shoes off. “Move up.” He guided Oikawa until he was half sitting with a pillow under his shoulder blades and head against the headboard. He made quite the view like this Hajime mused to himself. Legs spread, all that yoga he does showing itself in the shameless way his knees almost touched the bed while still having his feet planted on it.
“Look at you.” He murmured, putting his hands on Oikawa’s thighs and pushing his knees even further down. Until Tooru had to give up his anchor on the bed that was created by his feet and made him feel the stretch. “Already getting hard and all I did was take off your pants. Are you that desperate Oikawa? Was the past three days not enough to satiate your appetite?” Tooru made a sound on his throat that was half moan half protest and opened his mouth to answer. “Shhh. I said keep your mouth shut, didn’t I?” Whispered Iwaizumi just loud enough to be heard while kicking off his own shoes to climb up on the bed with his face on Tooru’s tented underwear.
He leaned down and planted an open-mouthed kiss on it that caused Tooru to groan and put his hands on Hajime’s hair. He blew some hot air while slowly getting the boxers wet with his spit and Oikawa’s forming precum. He indulged in the feeling some more, feeling Tooru harden completely. Then he looked up at Tooru. “Keep your hands to yourself, okay? I don’t want them touching me or what’s mine after everywhere they’ve been all night.” Hajime knew he was being unfair and that Tooru, while he let himself be touched, he did not attempt to touch the other guy more than what the dance required. Still, he knew Tooru wanted to touch so badly, and not being allowed to touch would only make him grow more desperate. “Actually, make them useful, will you? Pass me the lube Oikawa.”
When Tooru reached to his bedside table to get it, Hajime started pulling down his now spit and precum soaked underwear off. “Lift your hips a bit, yeah that’s good. So you can listen huh.” He got it all the way off before adjusting Tooru to the same position as before. He drizzled some of the lube onto his fingers and got back into how he was too. One thigh pushed down by a hand and the other being pushed down by his shoulder as he settled in between Tooru’s legs, he brought his face down to plant a kiss on Tooru’s leaking head. Tooru had such a pretty cock he thought to himself. So long and just the right amount of thick just like Tooru himself. And no one but him was allowed to touch it. Allowed to see it even. It was all Hajime’s and Hajime wanted to show he was worthy of it.
He opened his mouth and let spit drip down on it. Then he began giving wet kisses down the sides until he got it all slicked up. And in one swift movement, Hajime took all of it down his throat. When he started sucking, he felt Oikawa’s thigh twitch under his hand, trying to push his hips up but not being able to find purchase. With that he bought his lubed fingers up his soft entrance and pushed in two at once. There was barely any resistance, as Tooru's hole hadn't been left alone for long since he came to visit Hajime in Irvine 3 days ago. “Hajime fuck.” Tooru breathed out. Iwaizumi just hummed as he started setting a rhythm going up and down and in and out. “Fuck I’m going to cum Hajime you have to stop.” Said Oikawa hurriedly. Hajime looked up at him in surprise and when their eyes met Tooru groaned, pushing his head back and closing his eyes.
Hajime pulled off with a loud pop. “Didn’t I tell you not to speak Oikawa? Is that such a hard command? If you’re going to cum, go for it but I don’t want to hear any words.” With that he took Tooru’s cock back into his mouth. He loved this feeling, loved being able to bring Tooru to the edge so fast using just some words and barely two minutes of a blowjob. He knew exactly how Tooru craved it, knew when to swallow, knew when to run his tongue over his slit. ‘Bet no one else can get him close so fast but we will never find out because this cock is all mine and I’m the only one that’ll ever be touching it.’ With that thought on his mind he doubled down on his efforts. Sucking more and curling down his fingers to reach that spot in Tooru perfectly. He heard Tooru’s moans and breaths that started coming out faster and faster and he knew exactly when he would cum. He pulled out at the exact right moment and went up to swallow Tooru’s moans in a starving kiss while he started stroking him with his other hand.
“So messy Tooru.” He murmured onto his lover’s lips. He felt calmer now that he watched Tooru fall apart only because of him. He took out his fingers that were in Tooru’s soft, fucked out hole and started popping off the buttons of his own jeans and pushing them off with his underwear in one go. The whole time he was watching the fucked out expression on Tooru’s face, how relaxed he looked in his afterglow. When he pulled off his cum covered hand off of Tooru’s cock Tooru whined. “Iwa-chan.. We can clean up later c’mon. Just lay with me a little.” Iwaizumi chuckled as he brought his sticky hand over to stroke his own cock. “Oh you think we’re done, do you?” And with that he pulled Oikawa by the thighs to the edge of the bed.
The surprised shriek Oikawa let out was one of the hottest he ever heard. “You don’t mean.. Iwa-chan I just came!” Oikawa said while İwaizumi lined up his hard cock with his hole. “But I didn’t Tooru. And I want to cum in your slutty little hole so you’re going to lay there and take it.” Said Iwaizumi sternly as he pushed himself in. “Fuck you’re so tight. How are you so tight after everything we’ve been up to these past days.” He murmured mostly to himself. Oikawa moaned loudly. “Iwa-chan. Fuck. It’s so sensitive please.” Iwaizumi started out setting a slow rhythm. He wanted this to last. Every push in was a grind aimed at Tooru’s swollen prostate. “Hajime. At least don’t aim at it fuck. It hurts really.” He looked up to see Oikawa with pretty tears in his eyes.
“Oh, but this is what you wanted Tooru.” Cooed Iwaizumi. “Didn’t you let that guy touch you everywhere just because you wanted to get fucked? I’m giving you what you wanted so why are you complaining now?” Mocked Hajime, all the jealousy suddenly coming back to him, making him feel dizzy and a little insane. “Or are you complaining because you wanted him to be the one to fuck you? Am I not good enough for you?” He growled. It was like he lost control of his mouth and every word that was a fleeting thought in his mind was spilling out. “Hajime fuck!” Yelled Oikawa like it was fucked out of him. “How can you even think that. Aah-ah. You’re the only one for me. Fu-aah. You know that.” Hajime could see Oikawa was struggling to speak as he got faster and faster, but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to see Tooru break so he could be the one to put him back together. “Tell me then Tooru. Who does this body belong to?”
Iwaizumi leaned down, breathed into Tooru’s neck while he whispered. “Who makes you cum? Tell me, who knows you enough to make you fall apart?” With that he wrapped one hand around Oikawa’s cock. “You! You Hajime only you. Fuck please. I’m all yours please.” Begged Oikawa. “Good baby. Good. Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you Tooru c’mon.” Breathed Iwaizumi into Tooru’s neck where he was sucking the most damning evidence of their endeavors for all eyes to see. When Oikawa didn’t reply other than his fucked up little whines and moans, Hajime looked up. Tooru had his eyes closed, tears leaking from the corners, his head was turning from side to side while he moaned wantonly like he couldn’t decide if he wanted the assault to stop or if he wanted more. Iwaizumi brought up the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Tooru to his face. “Baby, baby hey. Lok at me yeah?” Slowly Oikawa opened his eyes that looked unfocused and locked them with Hajime’s. “Cum in me please.” He whispered. “I want to feel it in so badly.”
He was going to be the death of Hajime. How could someone so perfect, someone who could have anyone he wanted in the blink of an eye, give himself to Hajime so wholly. ‘I must be the luckiest man alive.’ Thought Hajime not even caring how cliché he sounds in his own head. “I will baby I promise.” He kissed Oikawa’s lips softly. Too soft for how hard he was fucking him. “But only after you cum for me again. C’mon Tooru. I want to feel you cum around my cock.” Oikawa looked on the verge of tears again. “I don’t know if I can again Hajime. I’m so sensitive.” He said brokenly. “Of course you can baby. Look how hard you are for me again. You feel so good around me. My perfect slut. Only for me. Does whatever I ask of him like the good boy he is. C’mon Tooru. Let me feel you milking my cock.” With that and some proper aim at his prostate, he had Tooru shouting as he came for the second time. Finally, he let himself go and started coming too. “Ah ah Iwa-chan. Too much. Ah.” Whimpered Oikawa as he was riding out the last of his orgasm.
Finally, Iwaizumi felt the dizzy headspace he was in dissipate. Slowly he pulled out, pressing some kisses wherever he could reach on Oikawa’s body over the oversensitive whimpers he let out. “Tooru. Baby. How are you?” Iwaizumi asked when he finally settled down next to his boyfriend and turned him gently to look into his eyes. Tooru still had tears in his eyes and was looking at him sadly. “Oh shit. Tooru I didn’t hurt you, did I? You didn’t say the safeword so I thought..” He trailed off as he watched Oikawa shake his head gently. “It’s not that Hajime…” “What is it then baby, please, tell me.” Whispered Iwaizumi to the small space between their faces. “You know you’re all I want right?” Asked Oikawa after looking like he was contemplating saying anything but then decided to put on a brave face.
“Baby, Tooru, yes of course I know. You’re all I want too.” Replied Hajime. “I just lost myself a little, but I thought that’s what you wanted from me.” He went closer to press a kiss on Oikawa’s lips. “I don’t think you’re a slut or that you want others baby. I’m sorry. It was just dirty talk, you know? You said you liked that some time ago so I thought it wouldn’t be a problem, I guess. I should have checked in with you baby. I’m sorry hey please don’t cry.” Hajime was starting to panic the more Oikawa kept quiet and tears began spilling down his cheeks. “It’s not that Hajime. That was hot as fuck.” Oikawa let out a small, wet chuckle. “It’s just-Fuck. I never want you to think you’re not enough for me. You’re the best I could have asked for and I am so glad to be yours.” He said looking into Iwaizumi’s eyes with his signature flame coming back into his eyes.
Iwaizumi felt touched at how easily Tooru could read him. How he could understand the mind stream in his head that even he didn’t put into a proper thought yet. “I know Tooru. Thank you.” Said Iwaizumi softly. “I love you so much.” “I love you so much too Hajime.” Replied Tooru, sounding more like himself that he has since they left the party. “Now if you don’t have anything else to say, carry me to the tub, will you? You made a mess of me.” Grinned Tooru. “Oh my god you can not be blushing right now. Iwa-chan you were saying the most filthy things just minutes ago. What happened?” Said Tooru looking at his face dumbfounded. “Shut up if you want me to carry you Asskawa.” Murmured Iwaizumi, already getting them into the position for a bridal carry.
Truth be told he was feeling a little embarrassed about all the thoughts going on in his head during sex. He wanted to blame the alcohol and the stupid touchy gym bro but he knew deep down it was his own insecurity showing. “Iwa-chaaan will you get me up or just hold me like this? Come on I’m filthy and we both need a good shower. Or can you not lift me? Are you implying I got fat Hajime?” Oikawa asked with an offended look on his face. As Iwaizumi looked at this ridiculous boy, his oldest friend and the man he would spend his whole life with, he felt himself relax and let out a chuckle. “Okay, okay, god. So demanding.” He grumbled as he carried his lover to the bathroom. As he put him down on the bathtub watching him complain about the coldness of the tub, he felt at ease thinking as much as he knew Oikawa, as much as he was the only one that really knew Tooru, Tooru knew him just as well, and he would make sure Hajime never got lost in his head and knew how exactly to get him out if any emotion got the best of him.