Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 18

Just getting Iwa-chan to agree to come here was a victory. Oikawa spent the rest of Wednesday and Thursday giddy, bouncy, and otherwise unstoppably charming, as per the usual.

But then Friday finally came, and Oikawa realized that he was actually a nervous sweating wreck.

Oikawa wasn't sure exactly how he was going to react. He had approximately thirty-five thousand situations and responses that he had flipped through in his head. He knew what he wanted to say and he knew what he should say, but those two things certainly didn't match one another.

He paced around his apartment. He made lemon tea. He spilled lemon tea all over his clothes and had to change. He suddenly felt like a caged animal, but the apartment wasn't his cage, his mind was the cage, and it was assaulting him with constant thoughts of everything that could go wrong or everything that could go right and either way it seemed like a horrible idea to dwell on these things but oh my God he couldn't stop.

The knock was short, quiet. Oikawa almost flew across the living room to answer it, all twisted insides and sweat and a too-quick heartbeat. He took a breath before opening the door. He tried to put on a smile-- his normal pageant King smile-- but it didn't take at all, so he was left with an owlish blank face when the door swung open to reveal Iwa-chan's frame.

Thirty-five thousand scenarios burned into nothingness.

Iwaizumi extended his hand for his coat.

Now there was only one. Oikawa didn't hesitate. He grabbed Iwaizumi's arm and yanked him into the apartment, flinging the door closed as he used all his strength to shove Iwaizumi's body against the wall of the entryway. Iwa-chan hadn't even been able to compose a new expression before Oikawa was against him, shoving their lips together.

Oikawa kissed him hard, leaned his body against the other as he pulled Iwa-chan's lower lip into his mouth.

Iwa-chan's face wasn't moving. His lips were still in a straight line, body still rigid. Oikawa felt himself losing nerve against the carved expression, but he grabbed his hips anyway, pushed into another bruising kiss anyway.

That's when something broke in Iwa-chan. And apparently when it broke, everything else crumbled down with it.

Iwaizumi shoved Oikawa off him, strong arms propelling him backward so he almost hit the opposite wall. Iwa-chan took one large stride, shoved Oikawa the rest of the way back until his breath almost huffed out of him from hitting the wall, and crushed his lips over his.

Oikawa wasn't sure who opened their mouth first. Wasn't sure when he closed his eyes or when his hands started clawing and grasping at clothing like he needed it to stay upright. He just knew that tongues were working immediately, hot and thick in mouths, between mouths, over lips. Iwa-chan was bearing against him with exceptional strength, the weight of his body pressing out any air Oikawa wasn't already heaving into the other's mouth. Iwaizumi's right hand ran up through Oikawa's hair while the other gripped firmly at his hip, shoving their pelvises together so their hip bones bit against one another.

Oikawa had his fist in Iwa-chan's hair, fervently licking into his mouth and nipping at his lower lip. Iwaizumi dropped both his hands down to Oikawa's waist, tugging his shirt out of his pants before fumbling up to unbutton it. He tugged it off Oikawa's shoulders roughly, punctuated the motion by pulling their mouths apart to bite hard against Oikawa's neck.

Oikawa moaned, beyond happy at the thought of Iwa-chan's teeth being marked into his skin. But now this was no good, Oikawa had no shirt on and Iwa-chan was still fully clothed. Unacceptable.

Oikawa flipped a few buttons loose before growing impatient and ripping his shirt open, unsure and unconcerned as to whether or not he prompted a button to fly off in the process.