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“Where’s Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked, peering around the aisles of vendors. “I thought he’d be with you guys already.”
“He’s at the kissing booth,” Hanamaki responded.
“What?!” Oikawa screeched, nearly tripping over his own two feet.
Matsukawa snorted. “You’re so easy. This is a university sponsored festival. There’s obviously not a kissing booth.”
“And Iwaizumi wouldn’t be at one, anyway.” Hanamaki elbowed him.
“You never know,” Oikawa said darkly. “Anyway, let me know if you see him because I need to get him a gift. Secretly.”
“Ugh. Is this for your gay anniversary thing?” Matsukawa asked, steering them in the direction of a vendor selling assorted keychains.
“Our friend anniversary,” Oikawa corrected him. In his peripheral vision, Matsukawa and Hanamaki were exchanging a meaningful look. “Obviously.”
“Why don’t we have a friend anniversary?” Hanamaki batted his eyelashes innocently.
“Because I don’t remember the day we first met.” Oikawa replied primly.
“No, it’s because you two haven’t been making goo goo eyes at each other for the past five years,” Matsukawa supplied.
“Iwa-chan and I don’t make goo goo eyes at each other!” Oikawa protested. “We’re just friends, not that you would understand. It’s fun to celebrate.”
“Okay…” Hanamaki said finally. “Sure. You two are just friends forever. No goo goo eyes are involved. And you definitely don’t get red whenever he takes off his shirt.”
“Definitely not,” Oikawa agreed, thinking about Iwaizumi shirtless. His face reddened.
Matsukawa shrugged. “Okay, whatever, what sort of gift are you trying to get him, anyway? How about a postcard?” He pointed at a different item.
“This is not a postcard. It is a very high quality artistic print. One of a kind.” The vendor had heard Matsukawa and responded, looking slightly affronted.
“Oh, sorry,” Matsukawa mumbled, and moved onto the next tent.
“Maybe I can get Iwa-chan this.” Oikawa held up a keychain of an anglerfish. “It looks just like him.”
“That looks nothing like me,” said a familiar deep voice from behind him.
Oikawa jumped, heart fluttering. “Iwa-chan!”
“And I told you, you don’t have to get me anything.” Iwaizumi took the keychain from his hand. “Where would I even put this?”
Oikawa rolled his eyes as dramatically as possible. “I thought you could put it on your keys, duh, Iwa-chan. Look, its little light thing glows in the dark. It’ll help you because you always lose your keys.”
“But it’s so ugly,” Iwaizumi responded, then coughed looking at Oikawa’s heartbroken expression. “It’s kind of cute though, I guess.”
“See? Just like you,” Oikawa pouted, placing the keychain back onto the display. “Whatever.”
“What? You’re not going to get it for me?” Iwaizumi asked, sounding almost disappointed.
“You didn’t even like it,” Oikawa said scornfully, moving onto a nice pair of sunglasses.
“But… well, how else am I going to find my keys?” Iwaizumi put the anglerfish keychain back in Oikawa’s hand. “It kind of grew on me.”
Oikawa hesitated, looking down at where their hands touched. “Make this expression, please.” He held up the anglerfish next to Iwaizumi’s face.
Iwaizumi instantly obliged, widening his eyes and baring his teeth, a grotesque expression.
Oikawa giggled in delight. “See! It’s the perfect gift, Iwa-chan, I was right. I’ll get you something else too, don’t worry.” He reached for his wallet, heart pounding.
Hanamaki coughed from behind them. “Very cute.”
“Hey, Hanamaki, I’ll get you this one.” Iwaizumi reached for a keychain of a bird with a pink mohawk. “It’s just like you.”
“No thanks,” Hanamaki said dismissively, “why don’t we look for a food stall? I’m hungry.”
“Where are all the food stalls?” Oikawa placed the anglerfish keychain in Iwaizumi’s jacket pocket. “Probably at the end of the field?”
They walked to the end of the field together, but there were no food stalls to be found.
“How about that one? It looks like he’s handing out some sort of food.”
Hanamaki frowned. “No, we shouldn’t go over there. Can’t you read his sign?”
“No, his sign is all gibberish.” Oikawa shrugged, taking a couple steps forward.
“Are you not wearing your glasses? That’s not gibberish, it’s in a different language.”
“What, like English?” Iwaizumi asked. “It doesn’t look like it.”
“No, those are runes,” Hanamaki told the three of them.
Everyone looked back at him blankly.
“Huh?” Oikawa said.
“Oh, like ancient magical runes?” Matsukawa asked, while Oikawa and Iwaizumi blinked. “No one believes in that anymore. What’s he going to do, read our palms?”
“No, I think he sells curses.” Hanamaki replied. “And just because no one believes in ancient magic anymore doesn’t mean that it’s not real.”
“Yeah right,” Iwaizumi scoffed. “Don’t tell me next you’ll believe in that Christmas guy. The one that flies.”
“Santa Claus is completely different from Japan’s ancestral magic,” Hanamaki protested. “And it wasn’t even that long ago that it started to die out!”
“Hold on, you can read ancient magical runes?” Oikawa asked Hanamaki incredulously.
“My dad’s super into it. His grandma taught him. So we really shouldn’t go over there.” Hanamaki crossed his arms and planted his feet on the ground, firm.
“Hanamaki’s scared,” Matsukawa said kindly.
“You should all be scared!” Hanamaki responded, affronted. “I’m trying to save you here!”
“Look, he’s selling taiyaki,” Oikawa pointed out. “Come on, aren’t we all hungry?”
“It’s your funeral," Hanamaki stated firmly. “I’m staying right here.”
“I bet he doesn’t even know what his own sign says,” Iwaizumi said, tugging on Oikawa’s arm. “C’mon, I’ll get you something.”
“Though, honestly, that guy does look kind of scary,” Oikawa admitted as the three of them approached slowly.
“Hello,” Matsukawa greeted the vendor, but his voice was more high-pitched than usual. Oikawa would have made fun of him if he wasn’t feeling apprehensive as well.
“Hello,” the man replied. His eyes were piercing black, and when he looked at Oikawa, Oikawa shivered.
“Uh, what types of taiyaki do you have?” Oikawa ventured.
“Your friend over there seems afraid,” the man responded, gesturing towards where Hanamaki was standing, many paces away with a frown.
“Yeah, he thinks you’re selling cursed food,” Iwaizumi said. “But everyone knows that that isn’t real. All that crap about ancient magic.”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “The power of our ancestors will always be forceful.”
“Sure,” Iwaizumi conceded, “but not magical power, obviously. They’re just tall tales, folk stories, whatever.”
“C’mon, Iwa-chan, be nice,” Oikawa interjected quickly, and then to the man– “Sorry. He’s a caveman, he doesn’t know how to talk to people.”
“Well he shouldn’t be selling stuff if it’s false advertising.” Iwaizumi shrugged. “Then it’s just a scam. This is regular taiyaki. It’s not magical.”
“Haven’t your parents told you about Japan’s magical history?” the man asked him, lips forming a thin line.
“Of course, everyone hears those stories when they’re a kid,” Iwaizumi said, impatiently. “So, what type of taiyaki do you have?”
“Cursed.”
Iwaizumi looked back at Oikawa and Matsukawa with his eyebrows raised. “This guy’s a loony.”
“Shhh!” Matsukawa responded.
“He’s right there!” Oikawa said, scandalized.
“Why don’t we do this,” the man interrupted, smiling eerily. “Why don’t you have one for free? Since you’re so hard to satisfy.”
“Sure,” Iwaizumi accepted. “That’s very kind of you.”
“Do you have no survival skills?!” Oikawa cried out in despair. Iwaizumi could be such a brainless idiot sometimes! “No thank you,” he added, when he saw the man was looking at him and Mattsun expectantly.
Matsukawa too, seemed to be wary of the man suddenly giving out his wares for free. “Yeah… maybe the rest of us will eat somewhere else.”
The man just smiled pleasantly. He even began to hum.
“You guys are scaredy-cats,” Iwaizumi teased as they rejoined Hanamaki.
“Don’t eat that,” Hanamaki warned him.
“Whatever,” Iwaizumi waved him off, then actually tossed the taiyaki into the air and caught it with his mouth, taking a hearty bite.
They waited with bated breath. Nothing happened.
“See?” Iwaizumi stuffed the other half in his mouth. “Nothing. He’s just trying to get more sales. Look, there’s takoyaki over there, if you want it.”
Oikawa and Matsukawa were convinced, but Hanamaki was still wary. He took the decorative taiyaki paper from Iwaizumi’s hands and put it carefully in his pocket.
They tried to go back to normal, but eventually Hanamaki exploded– “have you ever seen a movie in your life?! Why would you eat that?”
“Curses aren’t real,” Iwaizumi repeated comfortably.
“I bet you’re going to wake up dead,” Hanamaki said darkly.
“I wish,” Iwaizumi shrugged. “Then I wouldn’t have to do my presentation on Monday.”
“You’ll be fine.” Oikawa squeezed Iwaizumi’s forearm. “You know what you’re talking about and you’re very charming. It’s going to go great.”
“Very cute,” Matsukawa muttered disparagingly under his breath.
When Oikawa got back to his and Iwaizumi’s apartment later that night, with takeout and two beers for the two of them, he was greeted by a frenzied Hanamaki.
“Ugh,” Oikawa said. “Did he really invite you?” It was a joke, mostly. He liked Hanamaki, obviously, he just slightly liked his alone time with Iwaizumi more.
“Where have you been?!” Hanamaki demanded.
“Huh?” Oikawa held out his take out bags. “Picking up food for us. It was my turn to cook and I didn’t wanna. What are you doing here?”
“Iwaizumi’s sick. Didn’t you check your phone?”
“It was on do not disturb,” Oikawa pulled his cellphone out and balked at Hanamaki’s thirty missed calls. “Wait, what do you mean sick? What happened?”
“I told him not to eat that taiyaki,” Hanamaki said, exasperated.
“What, did he get food poisoning?"
“No, it was cursed!” Hanamaki responded, holding out the decorative paper he had saved from the festival. “I told you all that you shouldn’t mess with curses, and look where it got you.”
“What’s that?” Oikawa pointed at the paper.
“It’s from the taiyaki he ate! All these writings appeared on it once he got sick.” Hanamaki flipped over the paper to show some messily written characters.
“That’s more gibberish,” Oikawa said dismissively. “Does he have a stomach ache or something? Hopefully it won’t get in the way of us watching E.T.”
This, momentarily, made Hanamaki pause. “You’re watching E.T.?”
“Huh? Yeah, that’s my favorite movie. And then we’re watching Godzilla. And we’re going to gossip,” Oikawa said proudly. “We have the best hangouts. Are you sure you want to stick around for it?”
“I wasn’t going to stick around– you two are pathetic,” Hanamaki snapped, serious once more. “Like I said, Iwaizumi needs your help. I came over because he wanted to practice his presentation and then he got… Oikawa, this is… I told you, I told you curses were real.”
“How sick is he?” Oikawa looked towards Iwaizumi’s bedroom, concerned. “Like, a headache? We have some medicine here.” He wasn’t really sold on the whole curse thing, but ibuprofen could surely help whatever Iwa-chan was going through.
“No, he’s… uh, he’s really sick,” Hanamaki emphasized carefully.
“Well, I do live with him,” Oikawa said cheerfully. “I can nurse him back to health. What do I need, a hot towel?”
“I put some damp rags in there already,” Hanamaki said slowly. “But it’s not that type of sick. He’s… really sick. I could only read some of the runes, but… uh… Iwaizumi’s… condition is kind of self-explanatory. I think you’re the only one who can take care of him.”
“Why me?” Oikawa asked, putting their takeout on the kitchen counter.
“Well, because you’re his best friend,” Hanamaki started, then mulled over his next words. “And because it’s a sex curse.”
“What?!” Oikawa dropped his backpack straight onto his own toes and yelped in pain.
“He needs to have sex,” Hanamaki barreled on.
“What?!”
“Like, a lot, I think.”
“Hanamaki, what?”
“There’s no other way,” Hanamaki said helplessly. “I think something really bad will happen if we don’t help him. He’s uh… really.”
“Can we please back up?!” Oikawa cried. “What are you talking about?!”
There was a sudden crash from Iwaizumi’s bedroom. They both froze.
“Uh… Iwaizumi?” Hanamaki called out. “Are you okay?”
There was no response.
“So anyway, he has a sex curse,” Hanamaki responded, as if this were just some ordinary diagnosis. “Look, see? This word says sex, and this word says cum, and this word is forever.” He pointed at the gibberish on the taiyaki paper.
“Why do you know those words?” Oikawa squinted.
“Uh, because I was twelve years old when I was trying to learn how to read ancient magical runes and knew which words would be important. I also know the word for vagina but I don’t see that anywhere here. Penetrative isn’t anywhere here either.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes. “Stop messing around. Iwaizumi and I have plans, I don’t have time for your stupid pranks.”
“Oikawa, I’m not joking! Is this seriously the first time you’re not going to take Iwaizumi’s sex life seriously?! You usually freak out when a girl brushes shoulders with him and now I’m telling you I saw him at maximum horny level and you don’t even care?!” Hanamaki stared at him incredulously, eyes wide, a huge contrast to his normally nonchalant disposition.
Iwaizumi at “maximum horny level”. This did make Oikawa freeze. “I… uh, what do you mean?”
“I told you! He’s sick! I saw him get sick! One second he was doing his presentation and the next second… uh…” Hanamaki’s face turned a deep red, and his gaze dropped to the floor. It was this, more than anything, that made Oikawa inclined to believe him.
“Well… are you sure he wasn’t just… coming onto you…?” Oikawa managed to choke out the words without vomiting. He would much rather believe in ancient magic sex curses than the idea that Iwaizumi was into Hanamaki, but he had to be thorough.
“NO.” Hanamaki shivered, equally horrified. “No. He looks sick, like really, really sick. Like he can’t help but need it, okay? I don’t like describing this. Oikawa, come on, he might be stuck like this forever, like in all those old folk tales. He can’t be stuck like this, he’s not himself. You need to go help him break it, he can’t do it alone.”
“There are obvious ethical reasons why I can’t just go try to fuck Iwaizumi,” Oikawa’s eyebrows shot up to the middle of his forehead and his eyes bugged out of his head. “Firstly, magic doesn’t exist. Secondly… he doesn’t even want me like that.”
“No, Oikawa, you don’t understand. He needs someone. Anyone. And you’re the person he trusts the most in this world.”
“But– Hanamaki–”
“There are condoms and lube in his nightstand,” Hanamaki started to inch towards the door. “And call me if something goes wrong. I’m going to talk to my dad and try to decode the rest of these guidelines.”
“Hanamaki.” Oikawa didn’t know what else to say, what to ask for. In a split second it seemed like Hanamaki had decided for both of them that Iwaizumi had a sex curse and that Oikawa was going to be the one to break it.
“And I think he’d be fucking you…”
“Hanamaki!” Oikawa nearly choked. His cheeks flushed red against his will.
“Oikawa.” Hanamaki parroted.
Oikawa met his eyes, helpless. “I… you know that I…”
“He’s sick,” Hanamaki said again. “It’s bad.”
“But I’m… he…”
“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta do it and… he’s not himself in there,” Hanamaki said slowly. “But… I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. But you have to save him.”
“By sleeping with him.”
“Yes…” Hanamaki wrung his hands. “I know all the reasons why it can’t be you, okay? But… it has to be you. You know that too, right? It has to be you, it can’t be me, can’t be Issei, has to be you. Whatever happens after… you will survive, okay?”
“Hanamaki,” Oikawa repeated weakly, but it was just a word. An empty protest.
“Call me if you need anything,” Hanamaki said, still inching towards the door. “But I really think all you need to do is go in there and give him a couple of orgasms and… well.”
“He’s my best friend!”
“Be safe,” Hanamaki saluted with two fingers, and after a couple of seconds of silence he just shrugged, and Oikawa watched in abject horror as he scurried out of the apartment.
Motherfucker.
Alone, Oikawa pinched himself. A sex curse?! If this was all some big joke, Hanamaki wouldn’t have left, but surely it couldn’t be true. But the fact that Iwaizumi hadn’t come out of his bedroom was certainly suspicious. He knocked on Iwaizumi’s bedroom slowly.
“Iwa-chan?” he called.
There was only a soft noise in response, so Oikawa cracked the door open.
“Hey, Iwa-chan? Hanamaki said you’re sick–”
Oikawa gasped.
Iwaizumi locked eyes with him from the bed, face beet-red and the flush spreading to his bare chest. The rest of his body was covered by his blanket, but he still looked– well, it was a cross between wanton and feverish. His lips were so wet. His dick was tenting under the blanket, and his arm was conspicuously stilling between his legs. “Oikawa?” he said.
Holy shit. Iwaizumi was under a sex curse.
Across the room from each other, the air was so thick it could’ve been a wall. Iwaizumi was frozen, eyes wide and red, chest covered with a sweaty sheen.
“Uh, Hanamaki said you were sick,” Oikawa used every ounce of willpower he had to keep his voice level, closing the door behind them. “So I came to help.” He cautiously took a step forward.
Now, everything made sense. No wonder Hanamaki knew something otherworldly was at play. There was no other situation in which this happened, Iwaizumi looking so desperate and animalistic. It would have been straight out of all Oikawa’s sexiest fantasies if Iwaizumi hadn’t looked so terrified and feverish.
He really was sick. Oikawa wanted to help Iwaizumi in every way he would be allowed.
Iwaizumi’s eyes shut, and his hips shifted under the blanket. “No, you can’t help,” he said quickly. “Not you, it can’t be you. Please.”
Iwaizumi was under a sex curse.
“Iwaizumi, I’ve never seen you look like this,” Oikawa said. His heart was speeding up. Iwaizumi actually needed help, so now Oikawa was responsible for– for a multitude of things. Firstly, it seemed like he was going to have to have sex with Iwaizumi and not mess up their friendship. Secondly, he was responsible for managing to break the curse, and all he really knew was that an orgasm would help. And did he mention that he was going to have sex with Iwaizumi and not mention that he was in love with him? He couldn’t cross any lines here, couldn’t be selfish about this, but part of that would be impossible.
“I’m here to help you feel better.” Oikawa suggested again, his voice embarrassingly tentative. He needed to start being more confident, it was his responsibility to help Iwaizumi, and how on earth would Iwaizumi trust him to do this if he sounded so scared?
“Not you,” Iwaizumi’s voice cracked, then his hips jerked up and he whined, the most miserable Oikawa had ever heard him sound. “Shit, sorry!” his eyes flew open now, frenzied as he saw Oikawa looking. He turned to hide his face in the pillow, but it was clearly taking gargantuan effort to not rock his hips into the bed. “I think I’m dying,” he cried, “please, seriously, I think I’m dying.”
“Okay, okay, it’s okay, I’m here,” Oikawa reassured him hurriedly. “I want to help make it better, can you tell me what you need?” It was obvious, of course, what Iwaizumi needed, but Oikawa wouldn’t forgive himself if he hadn’t at least asked first.
“Need to come,” Iwaizumi admitted, words muffled in his pillow. “But it’s… it’s not enough with just me. Need you.” When the words registered, he turned to Oikawa again, scared, and pleading. “Not you! I didn’t mean to say that. I… we’re friends, you can’t…”
Oikawa hesitated. “I want to make you feel better, Iwa-chan. I won’t tell anyone, you can trust me. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“I want everything,” Iwaizumi gasped, shaking his head. “No, we– it hurts– I can’t, you can’t… we–”
“It’s just sex, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said with a careful step forward. “I mean, it’s me. It doesn’t matter with me. You’re sick.” He laughed disparagingly to try to keep the proposition lighthearted, but instead it just sounded like he was admitting to being a slut. His heart sank, but his dignity didn’t matter here. He did have casual sex occasionally and Iwaizumi knew it.
“We’re friends,” Iwaizumi muttered, eyebrows furrowing. “When you’re sick, I make you soup.”
“This is the same thing,” Oikawa promised, “it will be, it won’t be anything. Just let me help you feel better.”
“It can’t be you,” Iwaizumi moaned helplessly again. But his eyes betrayed him, flickering down to Oikawa’s crotch. So Iwaizumi wanted Oikawa’s body, that much was clear, but he didn’t want Oikawa. And Oikawa wasn’t even allowed to be offended by this, because it wasn’t Iwaizumi’s fault he was magically cursed to be horny for things or people or best friends that he didn’t actually want.
“I can call Hanamaki again,” Oikawa snipped, more snarky than he meant to be. He instantly regretted it. “Sorry, I… I can. I can call Hanamaki if you want. I think he knows more about curses and magic than I do, anyway.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes clouded, almost defeated, and Oikawa’s heart splintered.
“Hajime,” Oikawa said softly. “I can’t get you off if you don’t want it. But I can’t leave you like this until you die of a dick that won’t quit.”
“I can’t… you don’t want this.” Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa, perplexed. “I… obviously, I want to but… Tooru– we’ve never even kissed.”
“Casual sex, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa repeated patiently, with another tiny step forward. “We don’t need to kiss if you don’t want to. What, you’ve never had a one night stand with someone you don’t care about?”
“You’re not a… not a one night stand. You’re my best friend.” Iwaizumi’s eyes squeezed shut.
“Ah, well, that’s sweet, but I’m a one night stand to many people,” Oikawa said, trying to sound as cheerful as possible. “It’s not a big deal. That we’re friends. It doesn’t have to be. C’mon, look at you, let me help you. Don’t you want me to?”
“You know that I… you know what I want. Need. Shit.” Iwaizumi’s stomach clenched and his body curled in on itself. He buried his face in his pillow again with a muffled whimper. “But it’s you that doesn’t…”
Oikawa blinked. “Iwa-chan, do you think I don’t want you to fuck me?”
Iwaizumi’s whine pierced the air, and he flipped onto his back to look directly at Oikawa now, hands falling away, eyes wide as saucers. “You’d let me fuck you?”
Oh fuck. Oikawa was in. His heart pounded, stomach pooling with arousal. This was happening. “Yeah, Hajime,” he said, dropping his voice low. He tugged his shirt off and threw it on the floor, teasing. “Are you going to let me let you fuck me?”
“Please.”
The air was sucked out of the room, this was their vacuum, their secret.Their eyes locked, crossing the distance from the doorway to the bed. Oikawa hesitated, so nervous he couldn’t even make bedroom eyes at Iwaizumi.
“Please,” Iwaizumi moaned again, kicking off his blanket. His cock stood proud, flushed red and leaking and Oikawa leapt into action.
“Okay, okay, shit, okay,” Oikawa crawled onto the bed as fast as he could. “What do you… what do you want from me? How do you want…?”
“Please, Tooru, anything,” Iwaizumi reached for Oikawa’s chest and Oikawa exhaled at the contact. “Wanna fuck you, please, can I? Please?” His hands went straight for Oikawa’s ass and Oikawa’s brain rewired.
“Yeah, of course you can, whatever you want,” Oikawa responded, heart pounding. He started to unzip his pants, but now Iwaizumi was pulling him in by the hips and rolling his cock against Oikawa’s thigh.
“Okay, okay, I got you,” Oikawa murmured, trying to keep up with Iwaizumi’s frenzied thrusts. Iwaizumi really, really, needed to come. His face was so red, eyes squeezed shut, and he was making little choked up noises that Oikawa had never heard him make before. He looked so, incredibly, out of control of himself that Oikawa wanted to kiss him stupid, but Oikawa knew he couldn’t.
This wasn’t real. This was a sex curse. This was Oikawa being fuckable, not loveable.
“Do you want my mouth or my thighs first?” Oikawa asked, and Iwaizumi’s eyes flew open. “My hand?”
“Tooru,” Iwaizumi cried out, and then everything became real because Iwaizumi came, actually came, just from that, from dragging his cock up against Oikawa’s thigh and trying to decide which way he would have him. He was gasping, his breath coming in short, quick, pants, and his fingers were pressing into Oikawa’s waist so tightly that Oikawa wondered if it would bruise.
They both instinctively looked down at Iwaizumi’s cum now on Oikawa’s pants. Iwaizumi looked away instantly, but Oikawa’s heart was doing a series of backflips. This was real, this was happening.
“Ah, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa murmured, embarrassingly fond, “do you feel better?”
Iwaizumi looked up at him. He was still scared. “Sorry, Oikawa,” he whispered, “I still… I still need…”
“Of course,” Oikawa leaned down and kissed him on his neck, just a peck, but Iwaizumi gasped as if he’d been burned. “Did you make a decision on how you want me…?”
“Ugh,” Iwaizumi groaned, “can’t decide. Too sexy to think about.”
Oikawa’s chest fluttered. “Ack,” he said, embarrassed, “that curse must have done a number on you.”
Iwaizumi didn’t say anything to that though, just shook his head. “Sorry, Tooru,” he said again.
“Don’t apologize, silly.” Oikawa ran his hands across Iwaizumi’s broad shoulders. “I want to suck you off, okay? Stop looking so sad about it.”
“Didn’t want to drag you into this,” Iwaizumi whispered, looking anywhere but at Oikawa. “Never wanted anything like this.”
It was probably really self-absorbed for Oikawa to be hurt by that comment. Iwaizumi was the one that was sick and had to let his best friend see him like this, completely vulnerable. Still, it hurt. Never wanted anything like this.
Whatever. Oikawa scooted down the bed and shucked his cum-stained pants onto Iwaizumi’s floor. He took Iwaizumi in his mouth and forgot everything else.
If anyone had ever told Oikawa that he’d get the chance to suck Iwaizumi’s dick eventually, he would’ve laughed in their face, or maybe passed away from grieving the impossibility of it all. But now, Iwaizumi needed to feel good and Oikawa had been entrusted with the task. He had dreamed of it for years, and this would be his one, fucked up, chance. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked like his life depended on it. Hah.
“Feels so good,” Iwaizumi moaned, his hands threading through Oikawa’s hair, “so good for me, thank you…”
Oikawa didn’t want to be thanked for his selfishness, as if this was simply a favor and his cock wasn’t straining in his boxers. He couldn’t speak to articulate this, though, busy trying to relax his throat, taking Iwaizumi farther, farther…
Iwaizumi jerked up and Oikawa gagged, slipping off coughing. “Fuck.”
“Sorry, sorry!” Iwaizumi apologized immediately, the movement of his hips dying down to a fitful twitch. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”
“It’s okay,” Oikawa promised, pressing his mouth to Iwaizumi’s tanned chest in reassurance. “I like that you want it.”
“I’m sorry,” Iwaizumi gasped, looking down at where Oikawa was kissing down his happy trail. “I can’t help myself, I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what’s happening to me.”
“You’re cursed, silly, don’t apologize.” Oikawa sucked at the skin on his hipbone for a second. “I’m here to help you.”
“I’m sorry,” Iwaizumi whined, hips jerking into the air. “Please, I’m sorry, please don’t listen to me, I’m–”
Oikawa shook his head quickly. “Do you understand that I want you too, Iwa-chan? Stop saying sorry if we both want it.”
“But…”
Oikawa swallowed hard and crawled up the bed, dick hanging heavy in his boxers. He knew Iwaizumi was looking, but still he ground his cock into Iwaizumi’s thigh to make his point. “See, Hajime? Stop thinking so much. I can’t help myself either.”
He was faking confidence while actually embarrassed about how hard he was from pretty much nothing happening to him yet. But if Iwaizumi was naked, cock hard and leaking in front of him, Oikawa probably owed it to him to show him his too.
And– Iwaizumi was reaching for him immediately, whining. “Please, shit, Tooru, can I touch you too? Would that be okay?”
Oikawa swallowed thickly, looking down at Iwaizumi’s flushed face. He thought maybe now they might kiss, but Iwaizumi was pawing at his boxers.
“Please?” His eyes were so big and brown. They sometimes looked black from afar, but up close they were dark brown and Oikawa could see the little gold flecks in his seemingly huge irises. He was so wanting, so trusting, he even seemed to be ignoring that Oikawa was wearing the most embarrassing, rattiest pair of boxers he owned.
“You have such pretty eyes,” Oikawa blurted. He wasn’t allowed to say that, probably. He felt cursed in a different way than Iwaizumi was.
“You have pretty eyes,” Iwaizumi insisted, getting even closer like he might kiss him but ducking his head into the crook of Oikawa’s shoulder. “You look like bambi all the time, it’s so fucking stupid.”
“Shit,” Oikawa said, then Iwaizumi’s hand palmed his dick again and he choked. “Ah, I’m supposed to be taking care of you, here, let me, let me–” he crawled down Iwaizumi’s body again, pausing in front of Iwaizumi’s pretty cock. He needed to focus on Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi needed to come. Even if Iwaizumi said cute things about Oikawa’s eyes, this was Iwaizumi needing anything, anyone, and Oikawa being the person that was the closest because he was his best friend and nothing more.
Oikawa pressed a kiss to the tip of Iwaizumi’s dick and took him down again.
“Fuck,” Iwaizumi groaned, his hands back in Oikawa’s hair again, no pressure, but a gentle reminder. “Please, shit, you’re so good, so hot, so amazing.”
The impossibility of Iwaizumi saying these words directed at Oikawa was hilarious, so funny that Oikawa moaned around Iwaizumi’s cock and ground his own hips into the bed.
“Yeah?” Iwaizumi thumbed tenderly at Oikawa’s hairline. His voice was steady, somewhat, but his eyes were so wide and wanting, like everything he did, even losing control of himself, he just wanted Oikawa to like it. “You like that? I hoped so.”
Was this better or worse than when Iwaizumi was so far gone he couldn’t form a sentence? Oikawa moaned again, left hand reaching up to thumb against Iwaizumi’s nipple, and Iwaizumi lost his ability to speak again quickly, though he was trying, various profanities or praises spilling from his lips.
Oikawa knew how to deepthroat, he was good at this usually, but still, it required a tiny bit of self-restraint from the other party and Iwaizumi didn’t seem to be able to exhibit this now. His hips stuttered and Oikawa braced himself in warning, but when Iwaizumi let out a guttural moan and thrusted his cock so deep into Oikawa’s throat that Oikawa gagged for the second time, he had to pull off.
“Sorry,” Iwaizumi whined again, hands covering his face. “I can’t– it’s too– you feel too good, I’m sorry–”
“I was overeager,” Oikawa amended, wrapping his hand around Iwaizumi’s cock. “I was getting greedy, I’ve always wanted to taste you.”
His heart dropped after he said it– it was too far. He was probably supposed to pretend that he had never thought about sleeping with Iwaizumi before. But Iwaizumi didn’t seem to mind, busy fucking up into Oikawa’s hand, gasping and moaning.
And also– “I’ve always wanted you to blow me,” Iwaizumi confesses, after he comes for a second time, as pretty as the first time, and almost as desperate. “Always. I just can’t stay still, it feels so…”
Oikawa sighed. This was crossing a line and it was the curse’s fault and no one else’s. He couldn’t ask what Iwaizumi meant by that, so he awkwardly said, “uh, yeah, I like… I like, um. Making people feel good. With my mouth.”
Iwaizumi smiled dopily, his fingers spidering up Oikawa’s waist. “You’re so generous,” he said, “let me make you feel good. I wanna touch you.”
“Yeah?” Oikawa asked, tentative. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, please, I’ve always wanted to…” Iwaizumi’s fingers stop tickling and he holds firm onto Oikawa’s body. “If you’ll have me, please.”
“You’re cursed,” Oikawa said slowly, but he was letting Iwaizumi arrange him into a kneeling position, sitting on the backs of his heels.
Iwaizumi filled up the space behind him. “Yeah, yeah, I need this, need you,” he murmured.
“This is casual sex,” Oikawa insisted, like it was plausible deniability for them both, “right? We’re just friends?”
“Yeah, that’s what you said,” Iwaizumi agreed, his mouth on Oikawa’s neck now. “Anything you say, okay, you make all the rules.”
“This is just… fuck,” Oikawa moaned. Iwaizumi’s stomach was pressed into Oikawa’s back now, and one hand snaked up to his chest, his nipples. “This is just… we can just… anything is okay for tonight.” He didn’t really have any rules, anything Iwaizumi did would be okay; it was Oikawa who needed to be careful, needed to watch what he said.
“Yeah, okay, just tonight.” Iwaizumi’s other hand started stroking Oikawa’s cock, but then he paused, freezing suddenly, like the curse had just broken and he remembered exactly who they both were. “Just don’t, just don’t… just don’t listen to me tonight, okay? You can… you can hold me to anything, I understand I’ll have to pay for this, but just please, just please don’t listen to me, I don’t know if I can stop myself from saying something I don’t mean to say.”
Oikawa looked at him in shock, and it was now, more than ever, that he wanted to kiss Iwaizumi, but he stopped himself. “Iwa-chan– you won’t, you won’t have to pay for this, I don’t… we’re friends. This is okay.”
“This isn’t right,” Iwaizumi murmured, “I’m like… like, this is, this is wrong. There’s probably a story like this in all of those old folk tales I should’ve listened to. About, about being greedy. Taking things you want.”
“This is sex and we both want it,” Oikawa promised, “you’re not greedy if I’m greedy too. C’mon, stay here, with me, don’t think, just want, okay? It’s okay to want. I’ll give it to you.”
“I’m not supposed to want you,” Iwaizumi complained, dropping his head onto Oikawa’s shoulder.
“I know, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I promise I won’t hold you to anything you say here, I promise, you can just want it, and you can have a nice, orgasmic night, and tomorrow we’ll be back to normal, just be here with me, in this moment, okay, please?”
Iwaizumi’s worried look hadn’t gone away.
“I wish you didn’t want me too,” Oikawa said, but then Iwaizumi made a face like he’d been burned and Oikawa scrambled to correct himself, “I mean, I wish, I always, I’ve always— no I just mean, I wish it wasn’t like this. Anything. I wish you weren’t cursed. I’m sorry you want something you don’t want. But for as long as you want me, it’s okay, I want to give you what you want, so– please.”
“I’m going to say so many horrible things to you,” Iwaizumi said hopelessly.
“Okay– that’s okay, that’s good,” Oikawa said, his hand guiding Iwaizumi’s slowly, starting the stroking up again. “You can say horrible things– that’s okay. Start now.”
With Iwaizumi behind him, all Oikawa could see was the expanse of Iwaizumi’s bedroom. His desk was messy, some clothes on the floor, and his laptop was still open with his presentation on it. Poor Iwaizumi. He had just been practicing his presentation, and now his hand was wrapped around Oikawa’s cock. Things could change so fast.
It was a handjob, and it was Iwaizumi, in Iwaizumi’s bedroom, his chin pressed to Oikawa’s shoulder, his fingers, his hands, his breath against his neck, his cock pressing into Oikawa’s back. Oikawa wasn’t supposed to want any of this, but his head fell back onto Iwaizumi’s chest. His lips formed Hajime’s name.
“You look so good,” Iwaizumi was saying, “you sound so good, pretty boy, you’re so perfect, thank you for letting me–”
“Stop thanking me,” Oikawa responded, aghast, as he arched desperately into Iwaizumi’s body. “Please, I don’t want you to feel like…”
“But you’re perfect,” Iwaizumi insisted, and that just had to be the sex curse talking because Iwaizumi would have never said something so embarrassing and dopey.
“That’s the sex curse talking,” Oikawa responded, reaching around to hold Iwaizumi by the nape of his neck. “Can you– I think you’re perfect, I want you to fuck me, don’t worry, just– ah, fuck–”
Iwaizumi didn’t respond, just dropped his head to bite at Oikawa’s neck. Oikawa tried valiantly to swallow his whine, but it escaped from his teeth. Then, when his mouth fell open again, Iwaizumi’s other hand sneaked from Oikawa’s chest to his lips to his tongue, and Oikawa’s lips closed around Iwaizumi’s middle finger.
“So perfect,” Iwaizumi whispered into Oikawa’s ear. “Can I open you up a little? Would that be…?”
Oikawa moaned around Iwaizumi’s finger, and then he could feel the shape of Iwaizumi’s lips upturn into a smile where they were pressed into his neck. Fuck.
And then– Iwaizumi’s careful, spit-slick, middle finger, pressing at his entrance. Oikawa gasped, hips jerking into Iwaizumi’s fist. “Iwaizumi,” he stated, beginning to warn him, but he remembered to swallow his words, just in time. He wanted to warn Iwaizumi of two things. His rapidly approaching orgasm, and the fact that he had lied earlier, saying that he was going to be able to just move on from this like it was any other one night stand. With the finger pressing into him, he realized that once he had a taste of this, he might not want anyone else ever again.
But neither of these things were really Iwaizumi’s problem, so Oikawa clamped his mouth shut and came with a sharp exhale. Fuck.
Iwaizumi was murmuring something into Oikawa’s skin, something unintelligible.
“Is that okay for you?” Oikawa asked, his fingers stilling where he was still touching the back of Iwaizumi’s neck. “I don’t want to… this is about you, after all, so…”
Iwaizumi’s forehead dropped into Oikawa’s shoulder. “It feels good to make you feel good,” he said, and didn’t further elaborate on the properties of the sex curse. Well, that was okay. Neither of them knew the rules here, only knew that they were going to fuck until Iwaizumi felt normal again.
“I trust you,” Oikawa promised, flipping over to settle onto his hands and knees. If Iwaizumi wanted to touch him, Oikawa would gladly let him. “You trust me too, right?”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi choked, hands smoothing over Oikawa’s ass. And then, pained, he admitted, “Tooru, baby, can I… I need…”
Oikawa’s heart soared, then plummeted, then soared again. “Hajime, baby,” he responded with a smile, ignoring how it hurt. “Fuck my thighs. There’s lube in uh…” he reached for Iwaizumi’s nightstand. Hanamaki had left three bottles of lube. This made Oikawa frown. “Um… Hanamaki got us kind of a lot of lube.”
“He said he thought it might last a while, the curse,” Iwaizumi said hesitantly.
“Three bottles of lube long?” Oikawa’s eyebrows raised. “I uh…”
“No, Hanamaki’s just not gay,” Iwaizumi laughed, pressing a kiss to Oikawa’s shoulder. “That’s kind of sweet.” But then his laughter abruptly stopped and his expression turned grey.
“You okay?” Oikawa asked, passing the lube to him.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Iwaizumi said quickly, “I just… I guess I didn’t think about how Hanamaki knows what we’re doing.” He gently guided Oikawa back to his hands and knees.
“He won’t tell anyone,” Oikawa rushed to reassure him. “He’s not like that.”
“Yeah but he’ll think…” Iwaizumi’s cock slipped between Oikawa’s thighs and Oikawa dutifully pressed his legs together.
“He knows you’re sick,” Oikawa said, then gasped just from hearing Iwaizumi moan. “He knows this isn’t anything more than that.”
“He…” Iwaizumi moaned once more, jerking his hips even faster. “He’s going to think I’m taking advantage of you.”
Oikawa almost laughed. “Nah, he won’t,” he promised, “we’re best friends. We’re supposed to help each other out.”
“You don’t understand–”
“Hajime, please,” Oikawa pleaded, “don’t talk about Hanamaki when your cock’s between my legs.”
Iwaizumi’s mouth touched Oikawa’s shoulder again, and Oikawa jerked at the tenderness of it.
“Feels good?” Oikawa asked, just needing to hear it.
“Yeah, fuck,” Iwaizumi moaned. “I love your thighs.”
“You get so nice when you need to come,” Oikawa teased. “You like this for everyone? Or does it explicitly take ancient sex magic to get a couple of compliments out of you?”
“Takes your thighs,” Iwaizumi replied, coughing down a strangled noise.
Oikawa laughed at Iwaizumi’s joke, ego boosted. “Well I like your thighs too, Iwa-chan.” He reached behind himself and squeezed Iwaizumi’s thick thigh muscle.
But Iwaizumi didn’t speak until a minute later. “You’re so pretty,” he muttered and Oikawa’s breath caught. Was Iwaizumi being serious?
“Am I?” Oikawa asked, twisting to look back at Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi looked at him and nodded, expression sincere. “Yeah, sorry,” he muttered as an afterthought.
Oh.
Fuck.
“Fuck.” Did Iwaizumi mean that other stuff he had said before, too? He wanted badly to ask what Iwaizumi meant, how much of this was real, what he had thought about, how he felt, but it would be an overstep. Iwaizumi was sick. He wasn’t thinking straight. Oikawa squeezed his thighs together with a vengeance.
Iwaizumi’s arm protectively wrapped around Oikawa’s chest as he came, collapsing nearly on top of Oikawa with a muffled shout into Oikawa’s neck. Oikawa’s heart was palpitating, desperate suddenly, maybe to be fucked, maybe to hear just how pretty Iwaizumi thought he was, maybe to know just exactly what he could have from Iwaizumi, how close it could be to what he wanted.
“Good?” was the bravest he could be.
“So good, baby,” Iwaizumi replied, rolling off of him. “You?”
Oikawa grunted in affirmation except he wasn’t really good anymore, now that he knew that Iwaizumi was the type to use pet names. He wanted to die here, with Iwaizumi fucking his thighs and calling him good and baby. Instead, he searched for the lube again. “C’mon, let me get ready for you.”
“Can I do it?” Iwaizumi asked immediately. “It’s… I… I think I need to keep touching you, I don’t want to let you go but if– if you don’t want to…”
Oikawa shivered. “Yeah, uh, just be slow. Sorry. If it’s too slow we can take a break and I can get you off, okay? Sorry.”
“I can take my time,” Iwaizumi promised, forehead creasing, “please, I know, I know I’m– sick… but I’m still me, I won’t hurt you, please, don’t let me hurt you.”
“Ah, that’s not what I’m worried about,” Oikawa said, feigning a sly voice, “it’s more that I want to make sure I’m properly ready for you. So that you can be as rough as you like.”
It was the sort of thing that usually made his partners moan and reach for him, but Iwaizumi still seemed concerned.
“As rough as you like,” Iwaizumi corrected him, thick eyebrows furrowing as he lubed up his middle finger again.
“I don’t want you to hold back, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa murmured. “You’re being so gentle. I want you to take what you want.”
Iwaizumi kissed his shoulderblade. “How do you want…? You’re so precious to me, I want you to like it.”
Oikawa swallowed, heart heavy. He maybe could survive it if Iwaizumi fucked him hard and fast and never mentioned it again. Iwaizumi calling him precious, pretty, those were the sorts of things that would damage Oikawa beyond repair.
“I like it when guys are rough with me. I don’t want to think, you know?”
He was being selfish, or selfless, he didn’t know. All he knew was that Iwaizumi was being way too nice for all of this, and it wasn’t real, Iwaizumi didn’t love him, not even enough for a casual fuck without the added layer of ancient sex magic. He was here to be used, to be useful to Iwaizumi, to help him, and to make Iwaizumi come. He didn’t want Iwaizumi to be so nice about this, about something Oikawa wasn’t supposed to want in the first place.
“Yeah?” Iwaizumi’s voice wobbled as he pressed a second finger inside of Oikawa, scissoring them patiently.
Oikawa jerked, pressing his hips back onto Iwaizumi’s fingers. “Yeah, yeah,” his head dropped low, breath catching. “Like, like, I don’t want you to be thinking either. About me. Or anything.”
“Okay, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi whispered, “I’ll try.”
Oikawa sent a cocky look over his shoulder. “I know what I can take,” he bragged, but it wasn’t true. Sexually, yes, but…
“I can be rough, baby, but I can’t not think about you, you know,” Iwaizumi let out a humorless laugh, his fingers were gently extracted from Oikawa’s ass, as he instead wrapped one arm around Oikawa and started humping his ass. “I feel so… like I have a fever. My skin’s all hot and my heartbeat’s so loud in my ears and my brain’s all muddled, can’t think, can’t move, unless it’s towards you, like a drug or something.”
“About having sex with me,” Oikawa corrected him.
“Yeah, sex, please, can only think about you making me come,” Iwaizumi whined.
They paused for a second so that Iwaizumi could slip his cock through Oikawa’s thighs once again.
It didn’t take long before Iwaizumi was coming again, silent this time, but holding fast onto Oikawa. Oikawa cleaned the come up from the bedsheets with a damp rag, but it was becoming clear that things were just going to be messy. Iwaizumi was breathing heavily, cheeks tinged red. He swayed when Oikawa detached from him, eyes glassy, but when Oikawa tossed the dirty rag onto the floor and pressed his forehead to Iwaizumi’s, he relaxed, a visible sigh of relief.
“You need physical contact?” Oikawa asked.
“Just… need you. To think about you. To know you won’t leave.” Iwaizumi’s hand shot out to circle around Oikawa’s wrist possessively.
Oikawa nodded. “I won’t leave you, Hajime, don’t worry.”
A tiny nod. “I trapped you.”
“I’m right where I want to be, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa ran his hand through Iwaizumi’s hair, mussing it up before kissing the shell of his ear. He flipped back onto his hands and knees. “This is nice.”
“Yeah, it’s nice,” Iwaizumi resumed fingering Oikawa, his fingers softly pressing inside and stretching him out, slow and patient. “Fuck, Oikawa, it’s kind of, it’s perfect, you’re perfect, you’re all I could want.”
“Ah, it’s just the curse, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa reminded him, “I’m just willing, don’t worry.”
“Needed someone so bad,” Iwaizumi agreed, a third finger pressing slowly in, Oikawa whining and rocking back onto Iwaizumi’s fingers. “Needed someone, anyone, and I got you.” He says it reverently, like he couldn’t be luckier.
“When Hanamaki was here,” Oikawa felt himself asking, an unbecoming rush of anxiety and jealousy, “did you think about it being him, too?” Then he moaned garishly and thrusted his hips into nothingness.
“We have got to stop talking about Hanamaki,” Iwaizumi responded softly. “No. Yes. I… I thought about it when I saw him. But mostly… thought about… how it feels sick. Dirty. My brain’s all slow. I just want you, baby. I just want to…” His finger curled gently.
Oikawa gasped. “Fuck.” He suddenly felt feverish, like Iwaizumi had described, but he was as clear-headed as ever with his want for Iwaizumi. His cock was filling out quickly, not even because the stretch felt altogether that good yet, but just because it was Iwaizumi and Iwaizumi’s fingers that Oikawa had been thinking about for years and Iwaizumi was saying he couldn’t think about anything but Oikawa and that Oikawa was pretty and… and…
He still needed more time, but he dropped to his elbows for more leverage. He was vulnerable like this, face down, ass up, but he found he didn’t even care. There were more shameful things he wanted. But then Iwaizumi started really working his fingers, and Oikawa’s breath started to stutter, expletives leaking from the corners of his mouth, hands scrabbling for purchase on the bed.
At around the time that Oikawa was arching so far that he was rubbing his nipples into the bed, clenching around Hajime’s three fingers, he managed to gasp, “I’m ready, okay, I’m ready, Hajime, please– fuck me.”
Iwaizumi moaned, his fingers stilling. “Yeah?”
“Don’t make me beg,” Oikawa whined, but then, immediately, “please, Hajime.”
Iwaizumi exhaled loudly, feeding his cock kindly into Oikawa’s ass as Oikawa groaned and begged for it.
“Hard, please,” Oikawa moaned when Iwaizumi gently nudged his prostate, “hard, Iwa-chan, just the way you want it.”
Iwaizumi sped up, but still he was gentle, one hand coming up to hold onto Oikawa’s hip, pulling him against him. “You feel so good like this,” he murmured. “Fuck.”
“You can take more,” Oikawa promised, reaching his hand back. He wanted to find Iwaizumi’s thigh and smack it or something, something to indicate that he wanted more, but instead Iwaizumi’s fingers interlaced with his own, and they were holding hands against the bedsheets where Iwaizumi was fucking him doggy style. Oikawa gasped and let his face fall on its side on the bed, looking in the opposite direction of their intertwined hands.
So that he wouldn’t cry, he said– “harder, Iwa-chan, what, are you going to break me? I need it, I can take it, just fuck me as hard as you can.”
“Okay,” Iwaizumi said, almost indulgently, which was so fucking wrong because it was Oikawa who was supposed to be indulging Iwaizumi, “okay, okay, if that’s what you want. You’re asking for it, right?”
Oikawa made an embarrassing noise. “Yeah, please, come on. Until I can’t fucking think.” It’s what Oikawa really wanted. It wasn’t exactly about being railed, but maybe if he was railed hard enough he could forget who it was and their circumstances, or lack of circumstances, lack of exposition, lack of want, the constraint of necessity. “I’m your best friend,” Oikawa emphasized, “I can take it. I want it.”
“Okay, baby,” Iwaizumi said, then bit down on Oikawa’s shoulder, hard.
Oikawa whimpered with it, then Iwaizumi started to speed up even more, until he was slamming his hips against Oikawa’s with every thrust, an obscene squelching noise filling the air.
“Fuck,” Iwaizumi groaned, his voice deep in Oikawa’s ear. “Yeah, yes, fuck, pretty, Tooru, needed you…”
“Ah, Hajime,” Oikawa said, resigned. It wasn’t going to work. There was no way he was coming out of this unscathed, it was too intimate. Iwaizumi was being too vulnerable. Oikawa’s heart tore in half, thinking about how these sides of Iwaizumi weren’t reserved for him. “I’m so lucky.”
“I am,” Iwaizumi insisted, “you’re saving me.”
“But your cock feels so good,” Oikawa said, turning his head so Iwaizumi could catch his grin, eyes falling shut in bliss.
“Shut up–” Iwaizumi warned, frantic, but then his hips jerked and he came with a choked noise, holding onto Oikawa for dear life. “Fuck, baby, I feel good for you?” he asked, his voice raw, only slightly winded.
“Mmhm,” Oikawa nodded, rolling his shoulders to try to get rid of the prickly feeling on his skin, the need to be touched.
Iwaizumi’s cock seemed to be ready for action, despite it being seconds since he last came. “Oikawa, you don’t know what you do to me.”
“I think I have some idea,” Oikawa rolled his hips meaningfully, pressing back and then gasping at the spark that flies through his body. His whole body shuddered, he could never be smug or cocky for more than a second because Iwaizumi felt so good, and this became clear as his voice started giving out into unbecoming moans and his cock started to leak on the bed. “Please, Iwa-chan, will you touch me?”
“Fuck– I have to–” Iwaizumi slipped out of Oikawa for a second, leaving him whining, as he shook a tirade of condoms onto the bed and replaced his used one. Oikawa had half a mind to just be done with this condom business, but that wouldn’t be good. Any barrier they could possibly have, would be in their best interests.
And here Iwaizumi was again, lining up and pressing in slowly, whispering his reassurance. “Sorry, baby, I’m here, I’m here, let me touch you.”
Iwaizumi’s hand wrapped around Oikawa’s cock, so obedient even in his cursed haze of lust, so much more attentive than Oikawa thought would be possible. So gentle in spirit while fucking him at such a brutal pace. Oikawa just moaned, helpless, until his orgasm hit him, gentle and brutal like Iwa-chan, like the whole goddamn situation. He was whining, stupidly, shifting his hips and squirming. Iwaizumi had come too, from Oikawa clenching and moaning around him, but it wasn’t enough yet.
“Ah,” Oikawa said finally, his hips stilling. “You’re so, you’re so nice, Iwa-chan. I thought you’d be like a crazy sex animal.”
“I am.” Iwaizumi groaned disparagingly, another condom discarded on the floor, a new one taking its place.
Oikawa smiled, tired, but not exhausted yet. “Use me, Iwa-chan, c’mon.”
Iwaizumi obeyed, starting to fuck him again, but he was more careful, avoiding Oikawa’s prostate with small, sharp movements. “You’re so tight,” he said, the only person that had ever said that to Oikawa and managed to make it not sound perverted.
“You’re the only person who’s ever said that to me and managed to make it not sound perverted,” Oikawa huffed.
Iwaizumi froze so quickly that Oikawa looked back in alarm. “Iwa-chan?”
“Ah,” Iwaizumi unfroze, his hips starting up again. His hand went back to Oikawa’s wrist, and he pressed his chest to Oikawa’s back for a brief moment.
“Everything’s okay?”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi said, and normally if Iwaizumi didn’t want to talk about something, then it was hard for Oikawa to get the rest out of him. But the curse was evidently making him more loose-lipped. Iwaizumi said, “I don’t like thinking about anyone else with you.”
Oikawa’s stomach dropped. “Oh, I’m… I’m sorry, Iwa-chan, I…”
“No, s’okay, it’s irrational, I know it, don’t worry,” Iwaizumi promised, with his eyebrows drawing together miserably, “it’s the curse, making me possessive, but I’m okay, I know that you…”
“That makes sense, that makes sense, Iwa-chan, it’s okay, I won’t mention it,” Oikawa promised, “I’m yours tonight, all yours.”
“Don’t wanna be perverted,” Iwaizumi gasped, his hips jerking, his forehead smacking into Oikawa’s shoulderblade. “I wanna fuck you right, fuck you nice, I don’t wanna be perverted.”
“You’re not, you’re not a pervert, you’re being so nice, a gentleman–” Oikawa hurried to reassure him, but Iwaizumi shook his head fiercely.
“This whole… thing is perverted,” he cried, and still he came with a frenzied jerk of his hips. “Fuck!”
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa said seconds later, still unable to turn around completely to face Iwaizumi, constrained by Iwaizumi’s thick cock in his ass. “Iwa-chan, you’re not a pervert.”
“I have a pervert curse,” Iwaizumi lamented, pulling out as gently as ever and discarding the soiled condom. “I know you’re being nice about it, but…”
“I’m not just being nice, I like it,” Oikawa squeezed Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “You’re hot.”
Iwaizumi just mumbled, taking Oikawa’s hand and pressing it to his mouth. “I don’t like thinking of other guys being rough with you.”
Oikawa choked. “I don’t– I’m not– I just… it’s okay, I like it, no one’s hurting me, I–”
“I know, I know, I know it’s okay, I just hate it,” Iwaizumi’s eyes screwed shut. “I heard you and someone last week. It made me so mad.”
Oikawa blinked. “Wh..?”
“Being so mean to you,” Iwaizumi said, still not looking, confessing this to the palm of Oikawa’s hand like it was his deepest secret. “Calling you all these names. I don’t like it.”
“Ah, well, it was just make-believe. Kintoki’s nice, don’t worry. I… I like it sometimes, the names.” Oikawa’s face flushed. They talked about sex sometimes, but obviously they didn’t explain to each other what they liked in bed. And now Iwaizumi’s curse was making him so protective that Oikawa was having to explain that all his kinks were consensual. And it was embarrassing that Iwaizumi could guess this about him, that the names were Oikawa’s least favorite part too. They usually just came with the praise, which was what Oikawa was always actually gunning for.
“Just seems wrong.” Iwaizumi was looking away. “Not judging. Just. They’re lucky, you know? If I was so lucky as to be with you for real, I wouldn’t make fun of you for wanting it. Seems weird, y’know.”
Oikawa sighed. “You’re lucky enough to be friends with me and you make fun of me all the time. Do you really think you get a say in my sex life, Iwa-chan?”
“No, no, I know I don’t,” Iwaizumi amended quickly. “Sorry. I’m glad you… I’m glad you’re happy.”
“You’re mean to me all the time, what, you’re the only one who’s allowed to be mean to me?”
“Yes,” Iwaizumi complained, hiding his face in Oikawa’s shoulder. “I’m the only one who knows how to do it right, you know you’re my favorite person, it’s different when it’s your stupid one night stands.”
“Iwaizumi, it’s okay, stop worrying about this,” Oikawa said softly, his stomach flipping. “This is your sex curse. It’s making you possessive and protective, but it’s not real. You don’t mind when Matsukawa and Hanamaki are mean to me. Because you trust them. Yes?”
“Well, yes, but–”
“And I’m all yours tonight, right?”
“Yeah, but–”
“So don’t worry about anyone else. You don’t have to be jealous. Even though it’s cute. Because you don’t mean it,” Oikawa said carefully. “You’re just cursed, and it’s okay. I’m yours tonight.”
Iwaizumi shook his head, still in Oikawa’s shoulder. “Sorry. My brain’s all jumbled.”
“It’s okay, Iwa-chan, I know what you really want,” Oikawa soothed him. He would be a good friend. He wouldn’t look into this. “I remember. I won’t get confused. You trust me, right?”
“Of course I trust you, it’s me who I don’t trust.”
“Trust to what?” Oikawa squinted at him. “What are you so afraid of, Iwa-chan?”
“Saying something stupid.”
“You already have,” Oikawa said, cheerful and kind. “You’ve already said a lot of things that I know you don’t actually mean. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”
“Don’t hate me after this,” Iwaizumi pleaded softly, but then his cock poked Oikawa in the thigh and he groaned. “Fuck– I can’t stop–”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, I won’t hate you. Come on, I still wanna suck your dick properly.”
Iwaizumi covered his face with his hands. “Okay, okay, thanks, you’re so– so accepting– maybe I can– control myself this time. You’re not too tired?”
“Nah, are you? You seem slightly less, uh… frantic?” Oikawa climbed on top of Iwaizumi, stroking his dick casually.
Iwaizumi blinked like it was the first time he had thought of it. “I… I guess, yeah, things feel a little clearer.”
“You’re a lot less wriggly,” Oikawa commented, but used his weight to press down on Iwaizumi’s hips anyway.
“Are you sure it’s not too much?” Iwaizumi’s forehead wrinkled with concern as he propped himself up so he could look down at Oikawa easier. His free hand went out to tuck Oikawa’s hair behind his ear. “That was kind of a lot, what we did.”
“And Iwa-chan still wants more,” Oikawa said sweetly, kissing the tip of his cock. “How insatiable.”
“You don’t have to do this if it’s too much,” Hajime said hesitantly, “I think, I think a handjob will work too, it just… it has to be you.”
“I have suspicions about your sex curse,” Oikawa replied thoughtfully, “a handjob might help but it’d probably take longer to break it.” He wasn’t exactly sure, but figured there had to be some sort of basis for this curse.
“Really?”
“Yeah, based on the fact that you came three times in a row when you were inside of me,” Oikawa explained.
“Shut up,” Iwaizumi grumbled, his cheeks reddening.
His blush made Oikawa giggle. “C’mon, Iwa-chan, why are you still embarrassed about this?”
“Because it is embarrassing,” Iwaizumi’s eyes squeezed shut. “I guess it’s asking a lot of you to ask you to ignore it, but…”
“You can be as embarrassed as you want, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa walked his fingers up Iwaizumi’s chest. “As long as you know that I’m not judging you and I’m happy to be here.”
“I know it’s just… I’d be nervous no matter what if I… with you… but now I can’t even, I’m not supposed to… I have to ask you to ignore that I’m being possessive, and sappy, and saying stuff that’s not true. I know we’re just friends, I know you don’t want to actually be mine… but…” Hajime trailed off, his gaze now tracking Oikawa’s fingers.
“I want you to be happy,” Oikawa explained carefully, “I want you to feel good. I know you don’t mean anything you say.”
“Yeah,” Hajime said, almost like he was convincing himself, “I don’t.”
“Yeah, you’re just creating an atmosphere,” Oikawa said kindly, then, almost meanly, “I know you don’t really think I’m pretty.”
“Huh?” Iwaizumi’s eyes widened down at him, then he pouted when he saw Oikawa’s smirk. “Fuck. That’s not fair.”
Oikawa licked a stripe down Iwaizumi’s cock. He made eye contact with Iwaizumi and then batted his eyelashes innocently.
“Fuck, come on,” Iwaizumi exhaled, a sharp whoosh of breath. He looked at Oikawa, eyebrows furrowed, then he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Stop– this is stupid. You don’t even– this isn’t–” His cock, bizarrely, began to leak precome. “You know you’re pretty, of course I think that, I’ve always thought so, since we were kids, always the prettiest person in the room, such a stupidly unfair face, your eyes are so big and beautiful and–”
Oikawa had been fishing for a compliment, not an ode to his beauty. His heart started slamming against his chest and he felt so confused by the tirade of niceties that he wanted to cry. Instead, he faceplanted on Hajime’s dick.
It helped, but not much. Iwaizumi was still being so nice, still calling him pretty. “You’re so fucking good at this, so pretty, never thought I could be this lucky, to have you, like this.”
Oikawa moaned in agreement, he never thought he could be this lucky either, never thought there was a chance that Iwaizumi would want to fuck him, much less that Oikawa could taste him like this. Blowjobs could be such a devoted task. And with Iwaizumi, Oikawa was always devoted.
“You’re so good, babe, so fucking perfect,” Iwaizumi was gasping above him. “You’re so good at this, I want to… someday–”
Oikawa chanced a glance up under his lashes. Iwaizumi was looking straight at him, hungry. Devoted.
Oikawa whined around Iwaizumi’s cock. “Fuck my throat,” he slipped off quickly enough to say, “c’mon, you can move, fuck my mouth so I don’t say something stupid.”
“You’re perfect.” Iwaizumi’s hand came to Oikawa’s jaw, gentle and steady, “hit me if it hurts.”
Oikawa made a noise of agreement, though he didn’t know if he had the strength to be truthful. It was important to never tell Iwaizumi if he was hurting him. His throat would survive. His ability to be friends with Iwaizumi was less likely.
He inhaled sharply as he thought of this. No– he had promised– he had promised they were going to stay best friends, and his duty as Iwaizumi’s best friend was to communicate, and never ever tell Iwaizumi that he was in love with him. Iwaizumi didn’t ask to be cursed, and he certainly didn’t want to hurt Oikawa. Oikawa had gone this far down onto Iwaizumi’s dick to be a good friend, he wouldn’t draw the line at communicating.
Oikawa would be a good fuck and a good friend. He would like the sex because Iwaizumi wanted him to like the sex. Everything else he liked, he would keep hidden, because Iwaizumi was adamant that they were only friends.
Through this emotional crisis, Iwaizumi had been fucking his dick into Oikawa’s throat. He was still careful, his movements quick but short, until they got sloppier and sloppier. He thumbed the tears from Oikawa’s eyes before his hands fell away and his head fell back, whining Oikawa’s name. Oikawa took it like a good friend. Best friends. Iwaizumi came down his throat.
Oikawa swallowed.
Iwaizumi was panting, hands gentle as they came back to Oikawa’s hair, voice softening as his moans subsided. “Fuck,” he said finally. “Thank you.”
Oikawa let Iwaizumi’s cock fall from his lips. “My pleasure, Iwa-chan.”
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and Iwaizumi smiled, endeared. “Come up here,” he beckoned.
Oikawa came up there, crawled up the bed and settled in the space next to him, pressing his face into Iwaizumi’s neck. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around him, warm, comforting.
“You’re really good at that,” Iwaizumi muttered. “Like, really, really good.”
Oikawa’s whole body warmed, he grinned into Iwa-chan’s neck. “Thank you.”
“Seriously. I wish I–” Iwa cut himself off, stiffening.
“You wish what?” Oikawa couldn’t help but ask.
“I don’t know, I– I guess I wish I could have it for real. Everything feels weird right now, like heightened but dulled at the same time. I guess I wish I could experience it in a normal state of mind,” Iwaizumi confessed.
Oikawa sucked in his breath. His mouth opened, but he just didn’t know what to say to that.
Iwaizumi mistook his silence. “Sorry,” he apologized.
“No, no, it’s okay,” Oikawa pressed a kiss into Iwaizumi’s neck. “You just won’t want it after this. That’s okay, too.”
It was Iwaizumi’s turn to be silent. Oikawa went back to kissing his neck, mouthing at his shoulder, until he heard Iwa’s muffled breaths, and reached for his cock.
It was still spit-slick from Oikawa’s blowjob. Oikawa stroked him, lazy and sloppy while Iwaizumi jerked into his fist.
“You know I think you’re pretty too,” Oikawa said, because he couldn’t help himself, because it was important Iwaizumi knew too. “I like your face.”
Iwaizumi choked, moaned, then reached for Oikawa’s head, pulling him up until they were nose to nose, and then leaned forward and kissed him– on his forehead, then on his cheeks, then cheekbones, then his neck, and then, his eyes closed and he said, “Tooru, Tooru, please, fuck–”
“And I… I don’t like thinking about anyone else with you either.” Oikawa whispered it under his breath but he still shouldn’t have said it, he didn’t even have a curse to blame, but Iwaizumi liked it, whining and bucking into Oikawa’s fist.
“Want you to be mine,” Iwaizumi choked out, “wanna be yours, just want you.”
“You have me,” Oikawa smiled down at Iwaizumi’s scrunched up face. “Relax, Iwa-chan, I got you. You got me.”
Iwaizumi’s eyes open and then– he comes, hunching forward, forehead knocking against Oikawa’s shoulder, hips jerking into Oikawa’s hand.
“Yeah,” Oikawa murmurs, stroking him through it, “that’s it, I got you.”
“Fuck,” Iwaizumi said, seconds later, gently pushing Oikawa onto the bed and reversing their positions, climbing on top of him.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry,” Iwaizumi apologized, nearly lying on top of Oikawa, their chests touching, his cock pressed into Oikawa’s hip.
“Don’t be,” Oikawa wrapped his arms around Iwa’s body. Even though, or maybe because it wasn’t about Oikawa, it was so nice to be able to help Iwaizumi, to get him off, to take care of him. Oikawa was so lucky to be in a position to indulge Iwaizumi.
“Sorry,” Iwaizumi whined again, then his lips pressed to Oikawa’s ear and he started to hump Oikawa’s body, cock sliding against the divot of Oikawa’s hip, squirming, pressing his chest to Oikawa’s, arching and moving like all he cared about was being near Oikawa.
People should dry hump more often, Oikawa thought to himself, moving his hands to Iwaizumi’s ass. He had never been in a situation that called for so much dry humping, and it was pretty glorious. Iwaizumi was being so whiny on top of him, so gaspy and so pretty, so apologetic when he didn’t have to be.
“Sorry, baby,” Iwaizumi whispered again, “your body is so perfect, feels so good.”
“You’re perfect,” Oikawa reminded him, wrapping his legs around Iwaizumi’s thighs and pulling him in, trying to increase the pressure. “So fucking sexy.”
“Fuck,” Iwaizumi whimpered, then ground down onto Oikawa with a sigh of relief, muscles tightening where he held Oikawa, then relaxing as he came, panting, trying to catch his breath.
Oikawa cleaned up the come on the sheets, and pressed a kiss to Iwaizumi’s cheek. He hesitated after, but Iwaizumi just smiled and reached for his face. They didn’t kiss. They spent an embarrassing couple of minutes staring into each other’s eyes and playing with each other’s hair. Then Oikawa climbed on top of Iwaizumi and sank onto his cock.
They were both losing steam, but Iwaizumi still gasped, eyes wide and almost hurt as he realized what Oikawa was doing. “Oh fuck,” he said, sounding pained.
“You don’t want it?” Oikawa hesitated.
Iwaizumi shook his head and reached for Oikawa’s hips. “No, I… I want it too much.”
“Yeah.” Oikawa bit his lip and got to work. “Me too.”
“You’ve given me everything I could possibly want,” Iwaizumi said, almost pouting. “I wish… I want… there’s nothing that I could ever do, after this. I could buy you all the cute keychains in the world but it wouldn’t be enough.”
“Yeah, well… You’re kind of the best I’ve ever had,” Oikawa confessed in a rush. “Which I know is wrong, but even though you don’t actually… even though this is…and you don’t… well it’s still so good. For me. So…”
The possessive side of Iwaizumi’s curse shone through, his fingers pressed deeper into Oikawa’s hips. “The best?”
“Yeah,” Oikawa admitted.
“Well, you too,” Iwaizumi said, groaning as Oikawa clenched around him. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, too.”
“Yeah, because if I don’t let you fuck me, your dick might fall off,” Oikawa scoffed, “or you’ll die of an eternal erection or something.”
“As long as you’re around, I think I’ll have an eternal erection,” Iwaizumi teased.
“Yeah, sure,” Oikawa laughed, then Iwaizumi’s dick jabbed his prostate and he cried out, high and reedy. “Please,” he whispered, then remembered he was the one who was doing all the work, and started moving in earnest.
Oikawa had always dreamed of riding Iwaizumi. They hadn’t fucked properly like this yet– facing each other.
“Fuck’s sake,” Iwaizumi panted, helping Oikawa get into a steady rhythm. “You look so fucking…”
“You’re such a potty mouth, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa chided– then Iwaizumi bucked into him and he let out a strangled, “fuck!”
Iwaizumi didn’t even smirk, he just smiled with absolutely no malice. “Yeah, you sound good, too.”
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa groaned. “Hajime, Hajime, Hajime!”
Iwaizumi’s hands were so tight on his hips, and he was so beautiful, underneath Oikawa, so electric, cock pulsating. Oikawa had everything he wanted, if only he could pretend this was real. But it was real, or at least, it was so easy to feel like it was, with the way Hajime was holding onto him, talking to him, moaning with him.
Then Iwaizumi’s hand closed around Oikawa’s cock and– and it was so unfair, ancient sex magic be damned, because Oikawa could’ve sworn he needed it more than Iwaizumi at that moment, needed everything more than Iwaizumi ever needed him. He wasn’t enough, couldn’t be enough, could only be selfish, riding Iwaizumi like it was a favor when really, it was Oikawa who needed it, wanted it, was selfish, so selfish, chasing his orgasm, and chasing Iwaizumi’s heart, no matter how impossible it would be to obtain.
The orgasm was obtainable, though. Oikawa jerked, stuttered, then came on Iwa’s chest, clenching and moaning around Iwaizumi.
“Shit,” Iwaizumi groaned, eyes falling shut. His hips jumped, uncoordinated, eyebrows furrowing. He looked so pretty when he came. Oikawa tried to commit it all to memory, the way he looked, the way he sounded, Tooru’s name on his lips.
Even when they stilled, it felt real to Oikawa.
“Hajime,” Oikawa said carefully. He was burning inside, outside, everywhere. “Have you ever thought about…” but he shouldn’t ask. If he was brave, he could ask after, could confess after. He couldn’t bring his feelings into it while Iwaizumi’s dick was still cursed.
“Thought about what?” Iwaizumi helped Oikawa off and discarded another condom. “Are you getting tired? Bored? I can put a movie on?”
Oikawa let out a burst of surprised laughter. Bored?! He had never been less bored. “No, no, I’m not bored.”
“Ah, tired then?” Iwaizumi’s eyebrows wrinkled with concern. “We can, we can take a break.”
They both eyed Iwaizumi’s dick, which was impossibly stiffening up again.
Oikawa was becoming physically exhausted, and he didn’t know how many orgasms he had left in him. He hadn’t exactly prepared for hours of sexual activity, much less bottoming.
“Well… I can keep going,” Oikawa said, voice thick, “it’s just… to be honest Hajime, I don’t think I can satisfy you.” His voice suddenly wobbled, giving way to the actual issue lying underneath it all. “I don’t think I’m enough for you.”
“No,” Iwaizumi denied fiercely, reaching for Oikawa’s wrist, “you are enough, Tooru, you’re everything, you’re more than enough. You’re everything I could have ever wanted, you are so enough. I just still want more. I want the enough over and over again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” His face fell miserably.
Oikawa’s heart hurt, too. This situation was hurting them both.
“I’m asking for too much here,” Iwaizumi continued. “I’m sorry. I know I want too much from you. I’m so sick. Asking for something you can’t give.”
Oikawa shook his head. Soon it would be Oikawa who was asking for something that Iwa-chan couldn’t give.
“It’s okay, Iwa-chan, we just have to figure this out,” Oikawa said. “You feel a little bit better, right?”
“Yeah, a little bit, like, not so urgent,” Iwaizumi explained. “Not so, uh, needy.” His gaze dropped. “But I uh… still need it. You.”
“That’s okay, that’s fine.” Oikawa sat up, then stood up for the first time in a while, feeling uncharacteristically shaky. “Is there something you like the best?”
“You know that answer.” Iwaizumi collapsed back onto the bed, covering his face. “But, it’s okay, it doesn’t matter. It wasn’t getting any better when it was just me alone, so as long as you’re here, it’s okay. I think, as long as I’m touching you. But that’s why… fucking you is the best, and um, you blowing me, but having your thighs was pretty good, because I can, uh, hold you. I can do that– it’ll be easier on you, right?”
“Yeah,” Oikawa said thoughtfully, “it’ll be enough?”
Iwaizumi nodded, but he didn’t seem sure. “This is so unbelievable!” he exploded. “My stupid body is betraying me. I don’t want to want you like this, I don’t want to put this on you.”
“And all because you didn’t believe in ancient magic,” Oikawa said sadly. He paused for a second, looking at Iwaizumi. “Shit, Iwa-chan. Why’d you even eat the taiyaki? That was so unlike you.”
“So stupid,” Iwaizumi muttered, his long eyelashes fluttering as he avoided eye contact. “And I just wanted to impress you.”
Oikawa’s heart swelled. “Impress me? What do you mean, baby?”
“Didn’t want you to think I was scared. I’m so, so fucking stupid. My mistake and now you’re the one who has to pay for it.” Iwaizumi’s fingers ran through Oikawa’s hair softly.
Oikawa leaned over and squeezed Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Well– you’ve impressed me now. You’re a good lay, Iwa-chan, it’s not a burden.”
“I’m a never ending lay,” Iwaizumi corrected, miserable.
Oikawa bit his shoulder lightly. “At least it’s just me, right? Low risk.”
“Stop saying that.” Iwaizumi covered his face with his hands again. “You’re not just a low risk person to sleep with, you’re my best friend, it’s high risk.”
“It won’t mess up anything, I didn’t have plans tonight anyway.”
Iwaizumi swatted at Oikawa’s face lightly. “You know what I mean. I’m sorry.”
“Well I forgive you, my Iwa-chan. I’m going to get our water bottles. Do you need anything?”
Iwaizumi sighed, so cute even in his distress. “No.. I just… just you.”
“Granola bar?” Oikawa offered.
Iwaizumi grimaced. “I want to eat you.”
Oikawa laughed. “That’s my first boundary, Iwa-chan. You can’t have all of me.”
“Don’t I know it,” Iwaizumi responded, almost comically forlorn. “I don’t have an appetite, I don’t want anything else. It’s pathetic.”
Oikawa’s heart pounded. He felt so guilty for poor Hajime, forced to have this all-encompassing want for his best friend.
So Oikawa slipped out to find where their water bottles were scattered around the living room. His cellphone had been on the kitchen table, so he picked it up on the way and balked at the time. It was midnight. Their time together hadn’t even felt that long, so fast-paced, so few breaks, but it had been hours.
The bedroom door opened behind him and Iwaizumi shuffled toward him, reaching for him and hugging him from behind. “Sorry, sorry,” Iwaizumi apologized. “Couldn’t be without you. Needed to touch you. Afraid that…”
“It’s okay,” Oikawa turned his head to kiss Iwaizumi on the cheek. “I’m here, Iwa-chan, not leaving you.”
Iwaizumi dropped his face into Oikawa’s neck, leaving a couple of chaste kisses.
Hanamaki had been texting Oikawa. Oikawa turned his screen brightness and angled his phone away from Iwaizumi subtly. There was a slight chance that Hanamaki might have mentioned in his messages that Oikawa had been dying for Iwaizumi to fuck him since the beginning of time, and that would’ve been awkward.
Hanamaki: soooo like i thought, the only way to break the curse is via orgasm. And if you don’t break it he’ll have an eternally rock hard dick. Lol. but uh. Not lol. Because he’d be coming onto everyone he was around so. Hopefully you guys have been… uh. Hopefully it’s been working..?
Hanamaki: can you text me when it’s all over?
Hanamaki: text me if you need anything
Hanamaki: are you guys still fucking???
There were a couple more texts that Oikawa skimmed through, about how the curse wasn’t just about sex, but about intimacy and vulnerability and physical closeness altogether, and that it was some sort of manifestation of want, but he was stuck staring at he’d be coming onto everyone he was around and remembering, realizing, that it was Hanamaki who had recognized that Iwaizumi had a sex curse, and that before Oikawa had even shown up, Hanamaki had known that it would take more than one orgasm.
“Whatcha looking at?” Iwaizumi asked from his shoulder.
Oikawa thought maybe the curse was catching, because he felt a surge of possessiveness. “You came onto Hanamaki?”
Iwaizumi stared back at him for a couple of seconds before his face fell with a sad noise.
Oikawa felt guilty immediately. “It’s okay, Iwa-chan, it’s okay. You’re sick. I’m sorry. It’s making you want all these things you don’t want.”
“Tell him sorry,” Iwaizumi pleaded, “I didn’t know I was going to be sick, I couldn’t control what I was saying, I just wanted… I couldn’t think. I thought it was real.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Oikawa said, but suddenly his mind was barraged by unpleasant thoughts, mainly the realization that Oikawa didn’t know what went down in the bedroom before Oikawa showed up at the apartment. Hanamaki had texted and called Oikawa, but what happened before that? How had Hanamaki been sure that Iwaizumi needed continuous orgasms? Had he touched him once and realized it wasn’t enough and called Oikawa instead? “Did you let him help you?”
“What?” Iwaizumi’s head snapped up, frowning. “No. We didn’t… he barely even told me no, just went straight to telling me I was sick. He knew I’d never want that. He knows that I…”
Oikawa breathed an embarrassing sigh of release. Obviously, he didn’t own Iwaizumi, but he didn’t like thinking of Iwaizumi with anyone else either. He looked back at his phone and typed out, iwa says sorry.
“That’s okay, sorry,” Oikawa said, addressing their kitchen table. “If you wanted him, that, uh, would have been okay.”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi began slowly, “but it wouldn’t have been okay. It’s not right.”
“You’ve liked boys,” Oikawa stated with a sudden accusatory tone. It was something they didn’t talk about, but it was something they both knew was fact and both knew that they knew it was fact.
“No, no, it’s– yeah I like boys, you’ve seen me today I– but it’s– it’s not right because, because it’d be bad if I liked a friend like that.” Iwaizumi sighed. “You don’t understand– but, sometimes– sometimes people want things that are wrong to want. It’s infringing.”
“Infringing?”
“Friendships have boundaries,” Iwaizumi explained, his arms wrapped around Oikawa’s body. “And if I was a good friend, I’d respect them, I wouldn’t want– I wouldn’t want you like this, you know? I’m so sorry.”
Oikawa blinked. He thought they were talking about Hanamaki. “Oh– I, you– this?”
Iwaizumi just shook his head against Oikawa’s shoulder. “I know– you said it’s okay. So it’s okay. But– I…?”
The speaking but not actually saying anything was going to bite them in the ass eventually. But for now, they stayed like that for longer than Oikawa would have expected, with Iwaizumi hugging him from behind, cock pressed up against his ass, both of them naked by their kitchen table. Oikawa ate a granola bar, self-conscious of how loudly he was chewing.
“Am I chewing loudly?”
“I can’t hear things that well,” Iwaizumi replied.
Oikawa frowned. “Huh?”
“My heartbeat’s too loud, it’s drowning everything out,” Iwaizumi said, then he frowned too. “Is my heart beating loudly?”
“No?”
Another moment of silence, save for Oikawa’s loud chewing.
“It’s midnight.” Oikawa said.
“Sleepy?” Iwaizumi asked, kissing Oikawa’s shoulder. “You can sleep, it’s okay.”
“Not that tired yet,” Oikawa turned around to look into Iwaizumi’s eyes and swayed where he stood, suddenly shaky. Iwaizumi steadied him, his eyes were less red now but just as piercing. Oikawa shivered and dropped his gaze, but then all he was looking at was Iwaizumi’s dick. He looked up instantly, somehow still shy about the whole situation. He wanted to kiss Iwaizumi’s lips so badly he didn’t know what to do with himself. Would it really be bad to ask? Would it really be taking advantage? Surely not? Iwaizumi was staring at him still, eyes dark and questioning. “Huh?” Oikawa said stupidly.
“Do you want to sleep?” Iwaizumi asked again. “It’s okay, we can– I can, I won’t die.”
Oikawa shook his head. “I can go for longer, I just didn’t realize how much time it had been, everything seems so fast. We’ve done so much.”
“I last longer in bed,” Iwaizumi said suddenly. “I mean, normally. Not such a minute man.”
Oikawa snorted. “Don’t worry, I won’t judge your sex life based on this.”
“I’m not usually this selfish,” Iwaizumi promised, his hands going out tentatively to grab Oikawa’s waist.
“Well I’m not usually this giving,” Oikawa responded with a smile, catching Iwaizumi’s hands and leading him back to the bedroom.
“Yeah, I kinda thought you’d be more of a brat,” Iwaizumi said casually.
Oikawa stopped in his tracks for a split second. He needed to stop looking into this, into Iwaizumi implying he’s thought about this. He likely meant he thought about it when Oikawa first walked into the bedroom, not for any duration of their friendship.
“I’m not a brat,” Oikawa said, to say something.
“No, you’re not,” Iwaizumi said, “you’re the nicest boy I’ve ever met.”
“No I’m not,” Oikawa laughed out loud. This might be the most uncharacteristic thing Iwaizumi had said yet. He never missed a chance to call Oikawa a brat. “You know I’m not.”
“Yeah, you’re not,” Iwaizumi admitted. “But you’re always so nice to me.”
“No, I’m not,” Oikawa said again. “You’re mistaken.”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi grinned and pulled Oikawa on top of him. “You’re not.”
But Oikawa was nice to Iwaizumi, was nice as he sucked him off again, not as deep this time, but still, Iwaizumi came in his mouth. And then, his thighs, then his thighs again, and then Oikawa begged for it and Iwaizumi fucked him, and Oikawa came rather explosively for someone who had already come three times. Then– a break, just like the one they had just had out in the kitchen, minutes of silence, of nonsensical chatter, pillow talk in another life.
Eventually, Oikawa tried to address one of the things that had caused the sinking pit in his stomach. “So you don’t like that other guys are mean to me in bed, but you admit you thought I’d be a brat?”
Iwaizumi’s face colored. “I just meant… you’re always such a brat… I thought…”
“I am a brat in bed, that’s why guys always want to put me in my place,” Oikawa said conversationally. He was trying to sound confident, but since Iwaizumi’s comments about it, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit smaller about it.
“I– well, that’s why…” Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed. “I guess. Not that I think about sleeping with you normally. But. If I did. I just… I don’t… no one else really knows how to tease you right, knows how you really like to push and pull.”
“Yeah,” Oikawa swallowed thickly. This made him feel better, kind of, but also worse, guiltier, for even making Iwaizumi explain when he wasn’t completely himself. “You’re the only one who’s allowed to be like that with me?”
“Sorry.” Iwaizumi mumbled, but he didn’t look away like he was ashamed and embarrassed. He meant it, what he said, even if he was apologetic about it.
“Well. Maybe I like it when they, when they’re… when they cross the line. Or don’t.” This was so fucking embarrassing, Oikawa trying valiantly to convince Iwaizumi that he liked it when anyone else teased him or fucked him or made fun of him. He liked it, kind of, but with Iwaizumi, he loved it, wanted it.
“I don’t know,” Iwaizumi said slowly. “I don’t think you really like it.”
“You know my kinks better than I do, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked teasingly.
“I’m not… I don’t know anything about your sex life, dude,” Iwaizumi snapped, and Oikawa inhaled sharply. He did not want to be called dude. “It’s just that… thought you’d want to be good. If it were me I’d… I might like hearing you beg or something. But I wouldn’t call you a stupid whore for wanting to have sex with me.”
“Even if I asked nicely?” Oikawa batted his eyelashes innocently, but his heart was sinking. No, this wasn’t funny. “Iwa-chan, you’re still talking about Kintoki. He’s just… we just fuck sometimes, you don’t need to worry about what he calls me.”
“He’s a jerk,” Iwaizumi complained furiously. “You’re not a stupid whore, he shouldn’t get to call you that, he’s so fucking lucky, if it were me–”
But now Iwaizumi cut himself off. Now Iwaizumi looked away. Now Iwaizumi looked ashamed, or maybe he just looked sad.
“Shh, shh,” Oikawa hushed him quickly, his heart stupidly fluttering, “it’s okay. I’m yours. I shouldn’t have brought it up. I guess I just… wanted to know if you wanted… wanted something special from me.”
“Tooru, I’m already asking for way too much,” Iwaizumi dismissed this quickly. “I don’t… do you want anything special from me? I’ll do anything I can.”
“Ah,” said Oikawa, who had originally been planning on asking to finally kiss Iwa-chan properly, but now wanted to do anything to satisfy Iwaizumi’s jealousy. Iwaizumi had nothing, no one else, to worry about. But at the same time, it was the sex curse. Iwaizumi was not jealous that he wasn’t the one fucking Oikawa on the regular. He was only jealous now because he had a weirdly possessive sex curse.
“Why don’t you just show me what I’ve been missing out on? With all these other people who couldn’t treat me as well as you can.” Oikawa kept his voice coy, fingers trembling over Iwaizumi’s chest.
“No.” Iwaizumi said firmly, and Oikawa looked at him in surprise. “I can’t– I’m too– it’s not real, you don’t believe what you’re saying, you’d rather be with those guys than with me. It’s not fair for me to be mad about it.”
Oikawa went quiet. “I guess that makes sense, Iwa-chan. Sorry. I went too far.”
Iwaizumi shook his head. “No. I went too far. You’re not supposed to know how I feel about this. It’s disrespectful of me.”
“You’re– we’re protective of each other, it’s okay.” Oikawa chose his words carefully. “I… I appreciate your concern.”
“I’m not concerned, I’m jealous.” Iwaizumi covered his face with his hands. “And I’m concerned.”
“I get– I get jealous of you, too.” Oikawa’s head was spinning. “Ack, you remember when we were kids and that girl gave you a piece of candy before school started and I wouldn’t talk to you all day? Sometimes, I still feel like that, so greedy and unrealistic. I want everything to myself sometimes.”
They were both quiet for a couple of seconds, then Iwaizumi shifted, then shifted again and Oikawa remembered that Iwaizumi still needed to come; he had been waiting so long.
Oikawa reached between Iwaizumi’s legs, his stomach still burning for it. “c’mon Iwaizumi, we’re good, I still want you to fuck me.”
Iwaizumi bucked into Tooru’s hand with a shocked sound. “Fuck, sorry,” he apologized for no reason. “Please– I– I shouldn’t be allowed to complain and I know that, okay, not allowed to be jealous, not allowed to want it, not allowed to say all of this–”
“I’m as guilty as you,” Oikawa insisted, “stop apologizing, seriously, it makes it worse. Having sex is a two-man job, okay? I want this, too. Stop apologizing.”
“Sorry,” Iwaizumi mumbled, reaching for a condom.
Oikawa frowned at him and Iwaizumi pouted again. “Sor– okay, okay, c’mere then, I need it, please…”
“C’mon, we’ll talk about this tomorrow and everything will be okay. Let’s just focus on breaking this sex curse. You can do or say anything to me, I won’t be mad.”
“I’m ruining things,” Iwaizumi mumbled, lining himself up and sliding in slowly. “You’re my best friend in the world.”
“We’re okay, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa reached back to squeeze his hand. “Ruin me, please...”
And everything went back to normal. Well, normal for what their night of casual sex was supposed to be. Oikawa tried not to look into Iwaizumi’s eyes too much. They were getting sleepy, too, messy and lazy about it, condoms thrown to the floor instead of deposited in the trash can, noises quieting into puffs of air, broken moans.
But he begged to be fucked again, and then again– and then it hurt, and he said– “it’s okay, it’s okay, s’fine,” so tired and exhausted, desperate for sleep, desperate for Hajime to feel better. He was sensitive, too sensitive, burning inside and out, but wanting to please.
“Sorry, ‘m sorry,” Iwaizumi whimpered. Their vocabulary had diminished, too, as they got sleepy and sore. Iwaizumi was getting sloppier, couldn’t hold himself back as much as he wanted, and it hurt, but he was trying, and Oikawa was trying and–
When he came, Oikawa counted to ten, then patted Iwaizumi’s thigh. “You have to– you have to, it’s too much,” he confessed, whining, “sorry– it hurts.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Iwaizumi pulled out, shaky and careful. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t again, won’t happen again.”
“It’s okay,” Oikawa said, exhausted. “S’all okay, just want you to feel good.”
“Of course,” Hajime breathed. He was falling asleep, too. “Hurts when someone wants too much from you. And it’s all wrong.”
“My thighs,” Oikawa said, like a plea. “I think, I think I’m gonna fall asleep. But my thighs, my thighs are yours. Okay? I’m still here to help, so let’s break your curse.” He closed his mouth with intent, but a yawn burst out moments later.
“Sleep,” Iwaizumi begged him. “Sleep, I’m sorry. I’ll be careful.”
“Wake me up if you need anything,” Oikawa said, turning over onto his stomach. “Anything, really, Iwa-chan. I can take it, can take anything. Just let me know what you need.”
“Okay, okay,” Iwaizumi said, but he was snuggling up next to Oikawa, his eyelids drooping. “Sleep tight. Love you baby.”
Oikawa made a garbled noise, seconds away from sleeping, unsure if he was already dreaming.
“Sorry,” Iwaizumi might have been saying, as Oikawa drifted into sleep, “that was too much, sorry.”
He was jostled to a state of half-sleep, sometimes, by Iwaizumi moaning messily above him, scrambling for purchase in the bedsheets but trying not to wake Oikawa. Sometimes Oikawa would reach for him, mumble something, but he mostly dragged through the half-asleep-half-awake lull, too tired to strain to understand what Iwaizumi was chanting.
If he really awoke, usually Iwaizumi was barely moving, just clinging onto him and squirming, cock between Oikawa’s legs.
“You okay?” Oikawa would ask a variation of, voice raw with sleep.
“Mmhmm,” Iwaizumi might respond, voice raw with want. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry.”
“Are you sure?”
Then, Iwaizumi’s lips pressing into Oikawa’s back with reassurance. Some variations of endearments and praises. “So nice. So perfect. So good.”
But that wasn’t the end of it. It was a long, fitful, night. Sometimes, Oikawa could manage for Iwaizumi to fuck him properly, dreamy, apologetic, while Iwaizumi was gentle and kind. Sometimes, Oikawa’s eyes fluttered open and he could have sworn that Iwaizumi wasn’t doing anything to him, just looking at him, pained. When Oikawa was awake and Iwaizumi was asleep, it was with his arms wrapped around Oikawa, cock slotted between his thighs.
His dreams were mixed with reality, where in reality Iwaizumi was grunting above him, messily thrusting his cock between Oikawa’s lubed up thighs, and in Oikawa’s dreams, Iwaizumi was grunting above him, messily thrusting his cock between Oikawa’s lubed up thighs while saying things like, love you, so perfect, my Tooru, want you forever, mine forever.
And then he started having embarrassing dreams of Oikawa just being held, Iwaizumi looking down at him fondly, playing with his hair, whispering something, kissing his forehead, and other domestic things that weren’t exactly reserved for Oikawa.
Sometime in the night, Oikawa had cracked the window open to lessen the sweaty smell of sex, but he had forgotten to close the blinds. At the break of dawn, sunlight pierced through the window and straight onto Oikawa’s face. He opened his eyes sleepily, then closed them again, listening to the sound of Iwaizumi’s muffled noises, his shifting in the bed.
There was an absence of weight between Oikawa’s thighs though, and he rolled over, sleepy and confused. “Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi froze where he’d been facing away from Oikawa, getting himself off with his hand. “Tooru?” His voice was so raw, almost completely lost.
“What are you doing?” Oikawa frowned, pawing at Iwaizumi’s back.
“It’s okay– you don’t have to–”
“Let me,” Oikawa was used to this now, he tugged Iwaizumi’s shoulder until he rolled over to face him. “What do you want from me, my mouth?”
Iwaizumi shook his head furiously, still so stubborn after all this time, so Oikawa pulled Iwaizumi on top of him and waited, until Iwaizumi collapsed against him, rubbing his cock against his thigh with abandon. His arms cradled around Oikawa’s back and he hugged him close, noises spilling past his sore throat, mouthing at Oikawa’s neck. When he came, he didn’t move, his forehead hot in the crook of Oikawa’s neck, his hips slumped against Oikawa’s, cock softening.
Oikawa yawned, blinking furiously in the sun. “So bright out,” he murmured. “G’morning, Iwa-chan.”
There was uncanny silence from Iwaizumi, and then only a soft, scared noise.
“It’s okay, Iwa-chan, I’m sure the curse will go away soon,” Oikawa whispered, turning his face away from the sun. “Soon I’ll be ready to help you more.”
Iwaizumi untangled himself from Oikawa’s body and a few seconds later the harsh sunlight disappeared, plunging them back into soft darkness. Oikawa mumbled a noise of thanks. His eyes fluttered shut, but after a moment, they flew open confused. “Iwa-chan? Baby? I miss you. Come back.”
Iwa-chan had just been staring from where he stood by the window. Just like in all of Oikawa’s dreams, he smiled, soft and endeared, and crawled over Oikawa, to drape himself over his back.
Oikawa smiled too, making a stupid-sounding noise of pleasure. “G’night,” he said, then giggled. “Morning.”
Iwaizumi may or may not have replied. Oikawa reached back for him, adjusting so that Iwaizumi could press his cock between Oikawa’s thighs, but instead, Iwaizumi hooked his leg around Oikawa’s shins and held onto him tight. This time when Oikawa fell asleep, it was heavy, like a storm cloud rolling over a sunny field, and he didn’t dream.
When he blinked awake, he felt sluggish and unsettled. Something was wrong, something was missing.
“Iwa-chan,” he murmured. His hand went out to Iwa’s side of the bed, grasping nothing. Oh fuck. His blood ran cold, body filled with dread. This had happened to him countless times before, but he never thought– with Iwaizumi– Iwaizumi lives there.
The bed was empty, the bedroom was empty, the bathroom was empty, Oikawa’s bedroom was empty, the apartment was empty.
Oikawa let out a noise of despair, slamming his face into his hands. He was still naked, even, thighs sticky with dried lube, dried come. Fuck.
They hadn’t even kissed.