Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 15

The cab and elevator ride were mostly silent. Tobio was still an awkward duck, but that was okay.

Oikawa slipped off his shoes once in the door, looking around. "Not much has changed," he commented, stepping into the living area.

"Yeah, well," Tobio said, glancing around without much to offer. He stepped in front of Oikawa, and before Oikawa could start chattering Tobio grasped one of his hands. Oikawa closed his mouth around his half formed sentence and watched as Tobio brought his fingers to his lips.

He pulled the tips of Oikawa's pointer and middle fingers into his mouth, tongue gently sliding over the skin. Oikawa shuddered out a breath, closing his eyes. Tobio had always been enamored with Oikawa's hands. He always gave them attention, treated them like something that should be worshipped.

His tongue swirled around Oikawa's fingers and Oikawa felt his hips tip slightly as he sighed. He turned his wrist to slide the tips of his fingers against the roof of Tobio's mouth. Tobio hummed in appreciation, was grazing the edges of Oikawa's other fingers with his thumb even as his tongue worked around the ones in his mouth. He took his fingers further into his mouth without flinching, reminding Oikawa of how deeply he was allowed to delve into that mouth. Oikawa's heart stuttered at the thought. Then Oikawa felt the warm slide as Tobio withdrew his fingers from his mouth. Oikawa opened his eyes, face just a tad pinker than a moment ago. Tobio looked at him, already flushed, and then kissed him.

Despite initiating, Tobio was still a hesitant kisser. Oikawa lead his mouth open with his tongue and slid into his mouth, relishing the hard exhale Tobio gave through his nose. They inched closer to one another and Oikawa allowed his hands to rest against the back of Tobio's neck and at his shoulder.

Tobio's hands fluttered around, uncertain of themselves. He finally decided on his upper arm and shoulder, almost as if he was still worried about his touch being too daring.

Irritating, Oikawa thought. It used to be endearing, but now it was irritating.

Oikawa felt that flare of dominance flash through his veins like it often did when Tobio was around. He yanked Tobio's head back by his hair and dipped to bite against his shoulder.

Tobio let loose a small moan, hips jumping in against Oikawa.

Oikawa felt himself smile against Tobio's skin. Tobio started licking at his ear, dragging his tongue across the flesh of Oikawa's neck. He opened the top of Oikawa's shirt and littered kisses across his collar bone.

Oikawa hummed and allowed one of his hands to slide off Tobio's shoulder and down to his hip.

Tobio was working his way back up, kisses moving up his neck. Every now and then he stopped for a gentle suck against his flesh. Oikawa really wanted Tobio to bite him, but he wasn't, and he really wanted his hands to squeeze hard against him, but they weren't.

Then Tobio was back at his mouth, and this time his kisses weren't timid. His tongue was hot in his mouth, and Oikawa felt himself undoing the buttons of Tobio's shirt without much thought. Tobio leaned in against Oikawa's touch, enough that his hips ground their lengths together.

Oikawa sighed, pressed hard against the friction. He was inhaling Tobio's scent, rolling his hips against him as they kissed. But, ah, he smelled a little wrong. Oikawa wanted his cologne to be a little muskier, a little more indistinct, and maybe with just a hint of cigarette smoke--

Oikawa felt his cock twitch at the thought of the scent. At the thought of the scent that lingered in his entryway, stuck to that damned coat.

Oikawa moved his hand up through Tobio's hair, and it would be better if it were shorter, thicker--