Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 36

Oikawa wasn't awake. He wasn't awake, but he wasn't lost in sleep either. He hadn't opened his eyes, hadn't allowed the light to cut through the warm darkness he had finally been able to find after so long of feeling disconnected from it. He was in that weightless suspension of almost sleep, his body unaware of its placement save for the fact it was calm and unmoving.

Iwa-chan was shifting beside him, small movements that felt in the same realm of consciousness as his own. He was a warm presence at Oikawa's back, his entire body fitting in against Oikawa, layering him with heat. His breath came easy at Oikawa's neck, slow and steady as his hand began to idly run over Oikawa's hip.

Iwa-chan allowed a heavier sigh that fluttered the edge of Oikawa's hair before tipping his head in and pressing a kiss against the back of Oikawa's neck.

Oikawa stirred slightly, still unable to fully shake off the pull of sleep and drowsiness. The kiss lingered before being replaced with a new one, the hand at Oikawa's hip starting to run a longer course over his side and to the top of his outer thigh.

Iwa-chan inhaled deeply against Oikawa's neck, fingers flexing against his hip for a moment to pull him just the tiniest bit closer. Oikawa hummed, all the more comfortable for feeling the heat and safety of Iwa-chan's body against his own.

Iwa-chan's mouth opened against the skin of Oikawa's neck, pressing a soft open kiss there as his hand kneaded Oikawa's hip, relaxing the muscle and sending a shiver down his spine from the point where his lips met flesh.

Oikawa might have hummed again, couldn't tell if it was verbal or just the feeling rushing over his skin, but he tipped his hips back against Iwa-chan and Iwa-chan's hand slipped under Oikawa's shirt to graze across soft flesh.

Iwa-chan tilted his head, kissing against the side of Oikawa's neck and then behind his ear, his hips flexing forward to meet Oikawa's even more firmly.

A small noise left Oikawa's throat, tumbling soft from the back of his mouth and off his lips. He finally was able to partially open his eyes, although they fell closed against almost immediately. He knew enough to know it was morning, and he didn't even need that, not now, not really.

He felt the sheets shift slightly as Iwa-chan moved his leg, his fingers still sliding tingling sensation across Oikawa's ribs and abs and chest. Oikawa could feel his heart fluttering under the touch, could feel his blood purring beneath his skin. Oikawa sighed, a sigh that almost sounded like "ah" but fell into a deep exhale at the end after catching in the back of his throat.

Iwa-chan made a noise that was almost a hum, a sort of contented breath with notes of pleasure stuck to it, and his thumb slid under the waistband of Oikawa's pajama pants.

His touch almost hesitated, almost, but then the rest of his fingers were dipping below as well, his palm dragging heat in its wake as he reached for Oikawa's length.

Oikawa gasped at first contact, his hips unmistakably jumping in toward the touch. Iwa-chan pressed another kiss in against Oikawa's neck as his fingers wrapped around him, thumb sliding over his head.

Oikawa grunted softly in the back of his mouth, his half hard length surging harder just after the small touch. Oikawa leaned his head back and felt Iwa-chan tilt his head to kiss against his jaw, and when Oikawa turned his head in toward him Iwa-chan followed with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His lips were plush and tender before he readjusted, burying his face in Oikawa's hair as he stroked long and slow over Oikawa's length.

Oikawa relaxed his neck again, sinking against his pillow as his hips slowly fell into rhythm with Iwa-chan's strokes. He was fully hard now, and every movement was a tug at slowly building tension. Iwa-chan moved his thumb over the head again, slicking over the bead of precum that had formed at the tip.