http://manubibi.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] manubibi.livejournal.com) wrote on October 17th, 2016 at 01:17 pm
Prompt: Haikyuu!!, Chiunque/Oikawa Tooru, praise!kink
Parole: 828

"What a good pet we have here..."
Hajime lifts the corner of his lip in a light smile, and his voice sounds calm, no matter how rough it usually is, and how much it generally scratches when they share the same space, when they are with others. His dark eyes drooping, and a soft sigh leaving his lips, he grasps at a a fistful of Tooru's hair, pulling while he fucks his mouth slowly, and his best friend's voice comes crackling out, brown eyes blown wide with arousal and his cheeks turning pink in a rare open display of pleasure while Hajime's skin slides back and forward on his tongue, between his lips, foreskin pulling back every now and then.
"Yeah, you're a good puppy, Oikawa. Your mouth is perfect."
This is not something he'd say outside of the bedroom they share. Actually, in any other situation he would be putting Tooru down at every chance he'd get, because that man is simply unbearable and sometimes he does wonder by what kind of inexplicable miracle they still get along so well.
Tooru's mouth is warm, filled up with Hajime's cock, while the latter moves his hips above him, pulls at his hair no matter how much Tooru actually minds it (his hair is 'one of the world's eight treasures', according to the individual concerned).
He would keep riding Oikawa's face for a while - it feels good, topping and dominating him for the small price of having to praise him -, if Tooru wasn't giving sign of being tired of it. Which Hajime gets, he always does, as an after-effect of having spent his whole life knowing the other man.
The moment he slides out from Oikawa's lips, he almost regrets it instantly given the flurry of chatter that tumbles out his mouth.
"Am I really good? Did you really just say that? Who are you, what did you do to Iwa-chan?" He asks, petulant, sitting up while sliding his hands up Iwaizumi's muscly back.
"Dude, you told me you liked it," the other retorts, pushing him back down and pressing a hand on the middle of Tooru's chest. "Now spread your legs open for me, alright, Shittykawa?"
"Don't wanna," Tooru replies, trying to sit up again but being stopped by Hajime's sheer strength as the other pins him down, then grabs his wrists and forcefully presses them back down with his teeth grinding.
"Shut up or you're never getting praised again," Hajime growls softly, and mouths at Tooru's neck slow, grinding down into him. That seems to work in shutting Oikawa up, as the only sound that comes out of him is a choked out moan. And pent up arousal makes him grind up into Hajime's thigh, impatient, while the other rubs his hard dick against Tooru's naked thigh.
"Tell me I'm good, Iwa-chan," he commands, throaty, spoilt, lifting his head enough to brush his lips against the lobe of Hajime's ear. "Tell me how good and perfect I am."
Hajime's mouth opens, but only breaths come out, carrying indecision as he ponders that order (because none of Oikawa's demands are ever a question) and finally he lets go of the other's wrists, wrapping his hand around the other's cock, and smirks soft as he starts moving it frustratingly slow rubbing his thumb on the head and observing the way Tooru's features tense and the way his cheeks gain a soft red again.
"You're so much cuter today than the usual, what happened to you?" He mutters, amused, gaining back a pout and a frown.
"Hey, that's not nnn-" Tooru tries to protest, but tenses up and gives out a dramatic gasp in the moment Hajime's lips close around one of his nipples, suckling and licking and nipping at it.
"Shut up."
"But Iwa-chan..."
Tooru's protest gets once again silenced by a small moan that, to his own surprise, comes out of his lips when Hajime slaps his thigh.
"I said shut up for once, Shittykawa. Honestly, it's not that hard."
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Oikawa whines, and turns his head to the side, indignant, but allows Hajime's finger to slowly enter him, after it got coated with lube. Valiantly, he seems to defy the impulses sent straight to his brain, but finally a particularly warm wave focused in his groin melts through all of his shitty personality making his hips jolt and a hot sigh push out of his mouth.
 
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