Conquering the Great King

Chapter 3 "Just Coffee"

Light on the lewd this go-around. Stick with me folks, it's going to be a bumpy ride

Iwaizumi was running his fingers through Oikawa's hair. He was watching Oikawa's face whimper as he spread his legs wider, as he gasped over a plea for more. Iwaizumi sunk another finger into him, could watch the bob of his throat as the low moan drug from his chest. He drug his tongue across Oikawa's neck, slid their cocks together with the rhythm of his fingers inside Oikawa. Oikawa arched his back into him, bit at his ear to illicit a low growl from Iwaizumi.

"Iwa-chan," he breathed against his neck.

"Mmm," Iwaizumi hummed. He slid his fingers carefully out of the other, the whine of emptiness carrying through the air. Then he was lining himself up, pressing against the him, and there was this fucKING ANNOYING ROCK MUSIC--

Iwaizumi slapped angrily at his end table until he connected with his phone. The alarm ceased and Iwaizumi was able to reassess the situation.

He was alone. In his bed. With precum all over his stomach and his hand wrapped around his cock.

Well, this sure hadn't happened in a while.

Iwaizumi considered his situation. The smart thing to do here would be take a cold shower and definitely not get off while thinking about Oikawa. The absolute worst thing he could do right now is come all over his sheets while thinking about Oikawa Tooru.

On the other hand.

His heart was still beating out of control. He could feel his pulse in his length, begging.

He was already in this situation... his subconscious mind had already conjured up the images...

Iwaizumi vaguely thought about Oikawa's mouth, those pink lips. He felt himself start to stroke over his length again, slick from dreaming. Iwaizumi growled against the pillow, stroking faster.

And oh God how badly did he want to see those pink lips wrapped around his cock. Hot tongue working, big chocolate eyes blinking up at him, his hand gripping into his hair as he rocked his hips into Oikawa's mouth. How badly did he just want to eat him open again, sloppily fucking him with his tongue until he could just slide into him, watching him clutch the bed sheets and sigh beneath him. He thought about littering his back with bites, watching them bloom into purple bruises all across Oikawa's flawless back.

Iwaizumi thought about that perfectly rounded ass, about it squeezing around him as he sunk into him, as his teeth dug at the flesh at the back of Oikawa's neck. Iwaizumi was biting against his pillow as he fucked into his hand, eyes squeezing shut and throat trying to hold back a string of small grunts as his hips worked with a fervor they shouldn't have when he's alone.

The fantasy wouldn't sit still; it was a slew of images of mouths and hands and teeth and ass, but the noises were consistent. The memories with flourishes of fantasy, long moans and animalistic grunts. Iwaizumi felt blood leaving his limbs, felt tension crawl across his feet and up his thighs. He imagined things that had happened,

Iwa-chan.

And felt his hips start to stutter. Then his mind created something new, took the familiar purr and wrapped it around new words,

Hajime,

and Iwaizumi was coming, groaning against his pillow as he ground his length into his palm and his hips into his mattress. He felt hot cum flood over his fist, felt it spurt against his stomach and onto the sheets.

His body vibrated with pleasure, holding still for a minute, and then relaxed against the bed.

The silence of his apartment felt like it was judging him. He huffed breath into the pillow for a long moment. Finally he raised his hips and looked down, crinkling his nose at the mess.