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// A while later:
[Iwaizumi’s POV]
“I have to admit, I didn’t think that Bokuto meant it when he said he wanted to spike the bouquet. No wonder no one was able to catch it.”
Oikawa tilted his head back and laughed, stumbling over his feet a little as he took off his shoes in the genken of Iwaizumi’s apartment. His whole face was tinted pink from all the champagne. Iwaizumi knew he wasn’t much better off himself.
“Suga got close, I think. He nearly knocked out a four year old trying to get his hands on it. Poor Daichi still hasn’t taken the hint.”
“He’ll catch on.”
“I hope. Suga might just snap if he doesn’t get a rock on his finger soon, especially now that ‘Kaashi has surpassed him.”
“So you think it’ll be them next?”
“Probably. Either them or Kuroo and Kenma, but Kenma’s known to be a little flighty so I think it’ll take them a while. Suga and Daichi already live together and everything. They’re practically married already. They just need the rings.”
As he talked, Oikawa plopped himself down on the couch, sighing and undoing his tie. Then he straightened quickly, forcing himself to get back up so he could run over to grab something from his bag. “Speaking of which, I have a gift for you!”
Iwaizumi sent him a curious glance as he stowed their leftovers from the dinner in his fridge. What kind of gift would he be reminded of from talking about which of their friends was getting married next? Box in hand, Oikawa waited impatiently on the couch as Iwaizumi returned from the kitchen and sat next to him.
“A gift?”
Oikawa presented the little box proudly. “Open it!”
Iwaizumi took it. It was a jewelry box, he thought, lined with soft black velvet. When he opened it, he found a tiny ring of gold metal. It was thin, and far too small for a finger. Attached to it was a charm; a little gold letter H.
“H for Hajime,” Oikawa explained. “It’s for me to wear while I’m at work. Y’know, a little reminder that I’m yours. And it’s so small that it shouldn’t be noticeable as a ring or anything like that.” He took the box from Iwaizumi and removed the piece of jewelry, then carefully slid it into place through a tiny hole on the shell of his left ear. It glinted nicely against his skin, and Iwaizumi was amazed at how immediate the thrill of knowing what it meant was.
“That’s- wow, Tooru. I really like it,” Iwaizumi said honestly.
Oikawa beamed, lunging forward to throw his arms around Iwaizumi’s neck and press a kiss behind his ear. “Really? I know it’s a small thing but I thought it might help.”
“Of course.” He returned the hug, running his hand up and down his boyfriend’s back before he pulled away. “Thank you for doing that for me. I love you.”
Another kiss, then a breathy “I love you too,” whispered against his lips.
It still gave Iwaizumi a little thrill when he heard those words from Oikawa. He could hear how charged they were; how full of emotion they were every time he said them. Iwaizumi has dated before, and even been serious enough to get to this point with one or two people, but it never felt like this.
Being with Oikawa had been electric from the start. It had consumed every part of him and suspended him in inescapable ecstasy. At the beginning that’s all it had been: intense and passionate and a little terrifying. But now they were beginning to settle into something no less enjoyable, but definitely more comfortable, like when a bonfire melts into steady red coals. Now, it was warm and safe and soothing. Iwaizumi wanted to die like this.
Oikawa’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “You always smile so big when I say that.”
His face felt hot, but he quickly schooled his expression into something more subdued and tried to pretend the mere thought of Oikawa loving him didn’t give him butterflies. “I do not.”
Dissatisfaction flashed across his boyfriend’s face. “Come on. I wanna see it again. I love you, Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi wrestled with the twitching corners of his lips, but managed to hold out. Oikawa could be stubborn, but so could he.
Chocolate eyes narrowed at him. Oikawa leaned in close, kissing him all over his face and murmuring “I love you. I love you. I love you,” with every one.
Iwaizumi couldn’t help it. The champagne had weakened his resolve. He broke out laughing, shoving Oikawa away so he could cover his face with both hands. “Stop!” he panted. “It’ll lose it’s power!”
“No it won’t,” Oikawa said easily. “I mean it exactly the same way every single time. I promise.”
Iwaizumi peeked at him between his fingers. “You sap.”
“It’s your fault. Face the consequences of your actions, Iwa-chan.”
“Make me.”
A grin flashed across Oikawa’s face, and next thing Iwaizumi knew the man had pounced on him, pinning him to the couch with his weight. “Prepare for the grossest, sappiest sex you’ve ever had,” he warned.
“Can’t wait,” Iwaizumi said fondly as he reached up to work open the buttons of his boyfriend’s dress shirt.
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[Oikawa’s POV]
Unless some bridesmaid or groomsman managed to capture his attention, weddings have never really put Oikawa in the mood before. They were always too lovey-dovey for his taste, and it was more of a turn off than anything else.
He was going to have to rethink that attitude.
Their suits left a trail of discarded clothes from the couch to Iwaizumi’s bedroom. The warmth of the champagne in his stomach was quickly overshadowed by the burning heat that came with being laid out under him, hands trailing down his body as their lips slotted together. No matter how many times they did this, it felt unbelievably good. Still, there was something playing at the back of his mind; an idea that he’s been afraid to bring up so far, but the champagne was working hard to fuel his confidence.
“Don’t you ever want to bottom?”
Iwaizumi stalled, looking taken aback as he returned to his position straddling Oikawa with the bottle of lube in his hand. “Huh?”
“I mean, we’ve done this a lot and you’ve topped every time. Don't get me wrong I really enjoy it, but if you ever want to switch things up we totally can. I’m not a one trick pony.”
Iwaizumi’s teeth dug into his bottom lip. He didn’t look offended or anything, which was a good start. Oikawa’s met plenty of men who had some kind of complex about which role they played, like it made them less manly if they took the receiving end. Iwaizumi didn’t seem like that type, but he’s also never brought it up.
“Oh. Um…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Oikawa reassured him quickly. “I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” His eyes wandered around, passing over everywhere but Oikawa’s face. He was flushed bright red all the way down his neck. “I’ve done it once or twice, but it’s never been great. My partner was pretty inexperienced and it was extremely awkward. I just couldn’t get into it.”
Ah. That was fixable. It was certainly a lot better than him having some sort of toxic masculinity fueled fear of receiving.
“Well, I’ve topped my fair share of times, so I could show you how good it can be, if you want. No pressure.”
Iwaizumi sat there for a moment, still noticeably rock hard as he considered. Then, finally, “I think I’d like to try.”
“You sure?”
He took a breath, then his face set into a much more determined expression. “Yeah. I trust you.”
Those words made giddiness rise in Oikawa’s chest. “I’m glad,” he said with a grin as he drew Iwaizumi down into a kiss.
It was different this time. His kisses were slow and a little hesitant; not as commanding as they had been moments ago. He seemed to be silently asking for Oikawa to take the lead here.
“Lie down,” Oikawa instructed into the kiss, placing a gentle hand on his chest. “Let me take care of you.”
Iwaizumi did as he was told with a nod, climbing off Oikawa and lying back with his legs slightly parted. Oikawa spread them further with a hand on his thigh.
He tried not to get lost in the feeling that was stirred up at the sight of Iwaizumi easily complying; lying there with his legs spread and a nice blush painting his cheeks. He had to stay focused if this was going to work. No getting carried away.
Still, there was something so satisfying about knowing that he was the only one who would ever be able to get him like this.
“Try to relax,” Oikawa murmured, running a hand over tense muscles until he felt them start to give under his touch. “This will only feel good if you stay calm.”
Iwaizumi nodded again. With a breath, more of his body began to lose its tension.
“Good.”
The man absolutely melted at that one word.
Interesting. He’ll have to keep that in his pocket for later.
For now, it would be best to distract him a little; take his mind off the pressure of the situation. He didn’t need all this apprehension.
Oikawa settled between Iwaizumi’s legs and brought his head down, easily taking his dick in his mouth. It rested heavy on his tongue and filled his mouth in the familiar way it always did. Iwaizumi shuddered and let out a low moan, his hands coming down to find Oikawa’s hair.
This was easy and routine for both of them. Oikawa loved to have his boyfriend in his mouth, and Iwaizumi was always happy to oblige. He was sure the man would find comfort in the familiarity of it.
Subtly, Oikawa reached out and found the lube, which had been discarded while they were talking, and pumped some onto his fingers. Then he brought his hand up slowly, and rubbed his fingertips in careful circles around his entrance. Iwaizumi stiffened.
Oikawa brought his other hand to the man’s hip, partially to attempt to comfort him and partially to keep him still in case he tried to shy away. If he flinched it would only make this more difficult.
He pulled off Iwaizumi’s dick with a wet popping sound. “I’m going to put one finger in now. That okay?”
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
“Okay.”
He moved up to give Iwaizumi a quick kiss, then went back down. As he pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle, he simultaneously ducked his head all the way down until his nose brushed the hair on Iwaizumi’s lower stomach, staring up at the man to watch him as he swallowed around his dick.
Iwaizumi’s back arched off the bed as he gasped desperately, shuddering and unable to draw in a full breath as he was overtaken by sheer sensation. It was beautiful to watch.
Oikawa lifted off him again, and Iwaizumi settled back into the mattress like his strings had been cut. “Easy,” he whispered as he shifted his finger into a more comfortable position. “You’re doing good, Iwa-chan.”
Once again, the praise had Iwaizumi melting under Oikawa’s hands. It felt powerful and intimate and exquisite, to take apart such a strong man with just a finger and some carefully chosen words.
“God,” Iwaizumi choked out, his lips clumsy.
“Nope. Just me, I’m afraid,” Oikawa replied easily.
Iwaizumi chuckled weakly. “You’re the worst.”
He was beginning to shift experimentally around the finger inside him, testing out the sensation. Oikawa took that as a cue to begin moving, gingerly sliding his finger in and out and testing around for the right spot. Iwaizumi really did take it well, especially considering how tight he was and how little he’s done this. It filled Oikawa with a sense of pride.
They took it slow, staying like that for a while until Oikawa felt safe to add a second finger, then a third. Iwaizumi shivered and gasped with every added stretch, but he never gave any indication that he wanted to stop. Oikawa found it very sweet how much the man trusted him to do this.
“I think you’re ready,” Oikawa announced finally.
Iwaizumi’s eyes cracked open slowly, like he had been worked into a trance by Oikawa’s steady fingers and was just beginning to surface from it. Oikawa cupped his face with his free hand, rubbing his cheek with his thumb to coax him further into awareness.
“What do you think, Iwa-chan? Wanna try?”
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Let’s do this.”
Oikawa smiled, then leaned down to kiss Iwaizumi’s cheek. His lips traveled down to his neck, leaving a nice trail of little red marks that he was sure would show tomorrow. The man never complained when he left marks, and Oikawa’s caught him admiring them in the mirror multiple times, so he knew he secretly loved them.
As he worked his mouth across Iwaizumi’s sensitive skin, he slid his fingers out, then reached blindly towards the bedside table for a condom. He sat up to put it on, then added another squirt of lube and lined up between Iwaizumi’s knees.
Iwaizumi stared at him, still looking so nice with his flushed face and marked up skin. Oikawa couldn’t believe they didn’t try this sooner.
Their hands met in the middle, their fingers intertwining tightly just as Oikawa tilted his hips forward and slid just the tip inside.
Iwaizumi let out an obscene moan, his thighs shuddering from the effort it took not to close together against the intrusion. “Ah- Tooru.”
“You’re okay, Hajime,” Oikawa intoned. “Breathe.”
A shuddering breath.
“Good job.”
He relaxed marginally, allowing Oikawa to push in a little further.
“Mm!”
“That’s it. Just a bit more.” Fuck, he’s tight.
“Tooru-!”
Finally, Oikawa bottomed out. He forced himself to stay like that, his head hanging forward as he tried to ignore how fucking hot Iwaizumi felt around him. Iwaizumi wasn’t making it easy. His muscles tensed and flexed with every shuddering breath, squeezing around Oikawa in a way that made him worry he might finish right here.
Iwaizumi looked like a dream under him though, and the sight was distracting enough to help Oikawa hold off from embarrassing himself. The man was flushed all the way down to his heaving chest. His face was tilted to the side in a failed attempt to hide his expression: eyes shut against overwhelming sensation, forehead wrinkled with discomfort, mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure.
Oikawa leaned forward and pressed his lips to Iwaizumi’s scrunched brow. “Aw, look at you. My pretty Iwa-chan,” he sang softly.
Iwaizumi let out a surprised snort, squinting his eyes open to stare up at his boyfriend. “Hah- Pretty? That’s a new one.”
“You are. A little spiky, but still very pretty.”
He rolled his eyes. “Hm.”
Oikawa rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of his boyfriend’s hand. “How are you feeling?”
“It’s tight,” he admitted, shifting a little.
He really was tight - tight enough to make Oikawa see stars just from sitting still like this. “Yeah. You’re doing really well though. Remember: I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think you could take it. You’re well prepped.”
Iwaizumi nodded stiffly. “You can move.”
Oikawa didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out slowly and watched Iwaizumi’s muscles shudder at the sensation, then pushed back inside at the same steady pace. Iwaizumi squeezed his hand hard and let out a low grunt, but otherwise gave no indication that he wanted to stop.
Bit by bit Oikawa began to pick up the pace, and bit by bit the discomfort drained from Iwaizumi’s expression until he was clearly enjoying himself. He moaned with every thrust, his head tilted back as the hand that wasn’t gripping Oikawa’s tore at the sheets, pulling them off the bed at one corner.
“Fuck, Iwa-chan…” Oikawa gasped breathlessly. He was trying to hold on, but the feeling of Iwaizumi clenching around him was threatening to push him over the edge. “Close.”
Iwaizumi clearly couldn’t find the words to answer, but he began pushing his hips down to meet Oikawa’s as the intensity grew between them. Oikawa wrapped his free hand around is dick and gave it a few solid strokes. Then, without warning, Iwaizumi let out a cry and came hard, his whole body shivering as he painted his stomach and chest.
Oikawa followed him over the edge, then fell forward onto his sticky chest.
For a moment they were silent; both panting hot breaths into the cool air as they recovered from their orgasms.
Then, Oikawa’s pillow began shaking under him. He sat up quickly, fearing the worst, preparing words of comfort and a speech about how it’s normal to feel overwhelmed after bottoming, but stilled as he realized that his boyfriend’s chest was shaking with laughter, not with sobs.
“What’s so funny?”
Iwaizumi shook his head, gasping for air even as he continued to laugh into his hands. Pouting, Oikawa grabbed his wrists to uncover his face, and he found it flushed bright red and split open by a blinding grin as he struggled to catch his breath.
“What is it Iwa-chan? What did I do?”
“Nothing,” Iwaizumi wheezed. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Oikawa released him and he covered his face again, still shaking as he managed to take some deep, controlled breaths and finally calm down.
“I’m just happy I guess. I… I really love you.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes and lightly hit Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “You disgusting sap.”
“Oh I’m the sap now? Did you forget about earlier?”
“Shut up.”
Oikawa pretended like he couldn’t feel how red his face was as he slowly pulled out and worked on removing the condom and cleaning them both up. Once they were both clean he finally fell onto the covers next to his boyfriend.
“I love you too,” Oikawa breathed, curling into Iwaizumi’s side.
Iwaizumi hummed sleepily and wrapped his arms around Oikawa.
Oikawa closed his eyes and prayed that the moments like this one would last forever. He’s never felt so warm and so safe before. He wanted time to freeze so he could lay here in Hajime’s arms for eternity.
But even though he knew that when the morning came they’d have to separate again, he didn’t mind too much. For the first time, he was with someone who he could trust to always be there; to call him on his breaks and make time to see him even if they weren’t going to have sex. It had been a scary feeling at first, but now it was just comfortably warm.
Oikawa had thought that learning how to love someone would be the hard part of starting his first relationship, but he’d quickly found that loving Iwaizumi was so easy. It came more naturally than breathing.
Instead he’d realized that the real difficult thing was allowing himself to be loved in return. But no matter how much he’d fought and no matter his efforts to drive this man away, they’d worked it out.
Oikawa’s never felt so lucky to know someone.