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If anyone in his relationship or circle of friends had to point to a fashionista king, they would all mention Oikawa.
He was a fashion freaky, loving any accessory or item of clothing that could look good on his body.
But there was something that Oikawa loved dearly and that his teammates and friends always talked about.
Skirts.
Oikawa loves skirts.
He has, perhaps, a collection of sixteen or more skirts. They vary in color and style, but each and every one of them looks damn good when they're snug at his waist and cover little more than mid-thigh—and sometimes less.
That’s why he has spent more than an hour parading in his bedroom, taking photos of himself in front of the full-length mirror in different poses –most of them sitting on the floor–. And now he’s lying on his stomach on the floor, propped up on his elbows and looking at the photos that ranged from cute poses to some raunchier ones.
Now that he's looking at one of the photos he thinks is sexy, he zooms in to see his shapely thighs, slides his fingers across the screen to see his face and returns the photo to its original size before an invisible light bulb goes on above his head.
Stupid idea in the making.
He opens the groupchat he's had since high school with his Seijoh friends, who years later ended up being his cute fuck buddies—something that everyone saw coming except him— and in it he can see messages from Iwaizumi, Mattsun, and a few stickers from Makki. A mischievous smile hangs on the side of his lip as he decides to open the gallery to select a couple of photos and send them off, writing a message to ask if it looks good. He locks the phone and gets up from the floor to settle into his bed and take a nap.
The chaos happens while he’s sleeping.
The phone is silent somewhere in the bed, so the messages he receives one after another from his friends in the group and in the private chat, don’t wake him up at any time.
Almost two hours pass before Tooru finally wakes up and he doesn't do it on his own; it’s the knocking on his bedroom door that brings him out of his sleep, the insistent and incessant knocking reaching his ears like a disturbing echo. Confused and irritated chocolate eyes stare at the door a short distance away. Oikawa sits on his bed, fumbling with his feet until he can slip on his slippers, then stands up lazily, trying to comb his hair as best his fingers can as he walks to the door and turns the knob with his other hand.
Wavy black hair is revealed behind the door, arms tattooed with minimalist figures hover over the door frame until it’s finally thrown open and Oikawa can see that it’s Mattsun who was insisting on his door.
Tooru tilts his head a little, looking confused and sleepy at his friend. "What are ya’ doing here?"
As soon as he asks the question, he sees Mattsun inhale and exhale forcefully. Then little by little he realizes. The cold that envelops his legs and the comfortable freedom, he’s wearing the last skirt he put on, it’s pleated, the cut is up to just above the middle of the thighs and it’s a nice pale green. Mattsun's eyes travel down his legs until they meet his face and focus on the brown eyes. Once again, Mattsun inhales and exhales as he straightens his posture, noticeably relaxing.
"Damn, do you wanna kill us?" Oikawa feels Mattsun push him into the bedroom and immediately blushes. The space is messy with clothes thrown everywhere. “You don't answer the phone for hours. Iwaizumi almost took a flight from Los Angeles just ‘cause you sent those photos and disappeared.”
Tooru smiles lazily. "So since he can't come, you're here." Long, shapely arms wrap around Matsukawa's neck. “Come to give some attention to me?”
"I wanna enjoy your legs in that damn skirt." The taller one wraps an arm around the setter's waist, while with the other he pushes the door shut. “Do you know how good you look? Of course you know, that's why you sent those photos."
“Did you like them?” Oikawa stands on tiptoe to place a small kiss on the taller's jawbone. "What did Makki say?"
"I loved them". The tattooed man sinks his head into Tooru's neck, placing small kisses on the warm skin. "Makki was seriously thinking about skipping his last test of the semester."
The brown-haired man laughs ‘cause the taller man's breath tickles him. "Really?"
"Mhm." Mattsun wraps his other arm around Oikawa's body and makes a small effort to lift him up.
Tooru wraps his legs around Mattsun's hip with ease, holding on tight with his limbs. He takes advantage of the position to sink his face into the dark-haired man's shoulder, breathing deeply to impregnate his senses with the aroma of the highest.
"Mattsun". He murmurs against his skin, burying his nose as far as it’ll go. "Take me to brush my teeth, I wanna kiss you without having bad breath."
The taller one obeys, knowing perfectly well the room in which Oikawa resides, and begins to walk towards the door that leads to the small bathroom. He manages to open the door and despite himself, loosens his grip so that Tooru lowers his legs and stabilizes himself. The brunette kisses the dark-haired man's neck again, untangling his arms and turning around to see himself in the square mirror that’s centered above the sink, at a perfect and comfortable height for him.
Oikawa takes his toothbrush and puts cream on it to start brushing his teeth, one of his hands rests casually on the ceramic sink and the other moves mechanically in his work. Through the mirror he can see Mattsun approaching again and sticking to his back, the tallest man's hands are lost at the end of the mirror ‘cause he can no longer see them and he smiles playfully when he perceives the movement that waves the fabric of the skirt that is still wearing.
"It’s so cute". Mattsun murmured, running his fingertips over the bare skin of the chestnut's thighs. "It would be cuter if... Oh."
When the raven's fingers reach where the end of the trunks should be, he only gets more bare skin. He moves his fingers a little more and brushes the cotton fabric that is lost in the fold of his crotch, hooking his fingers in the fabric to pull gently. Oikawa snaps, resting one of his hands on the wash and wiping his mouth with the other; small drops of water fall down his chin as he looks at Mattsun's reflection.
"I don't have lube or condoms, so we'll go buy them if you want some sex today."
Mattsun lets out a groan and pouts his mouth, his posture slightly hunched now. "But, Tooru..."
"Tch." Oikawa continues brushing his teeth, returning his gaze to Mattsun when he's finished. "Don't make that face, you're not gonna change my mind."
"''Kawaa." Warm breath brushes the back of Oikawa's neck, sending a small shiver down his spine. "Look how you got me."
Ah, Oikawa knows.
He can feel it against his butt.
Mattsun is hard and advertising.
"Oh, that's a nice boner honey." Tooru smiles at Mattsun's reflection in the mirror. "But it's not gonna stop you from going shopping with me."
"You're cruel".
"I can be worse." Oikawa turns and grabs Mattsun's shoulders to push him just a bit. "Ya’ know".
"I like it when it's like that."
Mattsun grabs Oikawa's hips as he smirks, applying a little more force to pull him to his chest, and before he can complain or retort, he kisses him.
Oikawa only manages to moan into Mattsun's mouth, letting his guard down completely as the familiar lips begin to devour him without preamble. He lets himself go and reciprocates the kiss by moving his to the same hungry rhythm, his hands going from being on Mattsun's shoulders to squeezing his curly hair between his fingers. Matsukawa is demanding as he kisses him, pressing their bodies as close as possible and allowing him to feel his prominent erection against his thigh. But he's not far behind, biting his lip whenever he can, sucking when it slips from between his teeth and moving his tongue voraciously when Mattsun pushes it into his mouth.
They stop without taking off their bodies, Oikawa leans his forehead against Mattsun's chin, they both have their breaths hectic and remain silent until the brown-haired man returns to his correct posture and stands on tiptoe to leave short and cuddly kisses against the mouth of the taller; he leaves one kiss after another, taking small steps to blindly guide Mattsun until they leave the bathroom, and at the same time, he stops kissing him.
"Let's do something with this, okay?" His hands leave Mattsun's body to rest on his hips, just above the hands of the aforementioned. "Do you have any idea?"
The tattooed man raises both eyebrows and points a finger at himself. "You serious?"
Oikawa tries to wriggle out of the grip of the one hand still on his body, but Mattsun is quicker and wraps it around him again, hitting both breasts as he closes the distance.
"There, against the dresser." Mattsun speaks lower as he turns Tooru's body so that his back is against his chest. "I'm gonna fuck your thighs and then we'll do whatever you want."
"Mm, I hope you comply."
"I'll deliver on that and more, darling."
Now it's Mattsun who guides Tooru to the dresser and calmly pushes him away, letting his partner get as comfortable as possible. In the position he's in, half body reclined and short skirt almost exposing his ass, Mattsun almost wants to scream; those damn legs and ass have always been his weakness, but in that position and with that skirt he's like a VIP invitation to burn in hell.
"Are you going to stay there until nightfall, Issei?" The brunette looks over his shoulder, meeting a pair of hungry eyes. "I'm waiting."
As he’s bringing his head back to the front, he’s pushed hard and the next thing he feels is his cheek pressed roughly against the wood; he gasps, impressed by the roughness, but he doesn't complain at all ‘cause that's how he likes it, it's ‘cause of that roughness that he's been enchanted with Issei for months.
His skirt rides up just a little from the sudden movement and Mattsun is sure the cause of his death will be those tanned, exercised thighs. In his mind he's asking for the help of any omnipotent being so he doesn't lose his mind and spank Oikawa's cute butt. He needs to use all his self-control not to slap the crease between his thighs and buttocks, but he still can't resist the urge and slams his hand hard right into the crease.
"Shit, Matsun." He whimpers from the impact, his body pushing away the tension after receiving the impact that fades in a soft tingle. "Please let's go".
In an instant his heart jumps into his throat as he feels Mattsun's short, calm steps walk away. He can't see it, but he feels the tattooed man's gaze burning his back. He tries to use his hands to lift himself up a bit and face him.
He's giving Matsukawa the best view of his life.
Lusty and glassy eyes, untidy hair, skirt up revealing buttocks barely rosy from spanking, long smooth legs and at his disposal.
"Come here, damn it." Oikawa demands, gritting his teeth as he realizes that Matsukawa is enjoying this. "Don't you dare play with me."
He sees the shadow of a sly smile appear on Issei's features as he begins to roll up one sleeve of his shirt, then the other, and undoes a couple of buttons without taking it off completely.
"You didn't want to and now you're claiming for it." He runs both hands through his curly hair and pushes it back to clear his face. "I think that's your charm."
He blushed furiously. “Come finish what you started.”
He almost smiles like a Cheshire cat when he sees him take a step closer again, but he falters the moment Mattsun leans over his body. Now Oikawa's thighs are just teasing inches from Matsukawa's chest and his head seems to be bombarded by the thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks him. Fictional images of Tooru moaning burst into his mind and then quickly disappear as he forces himself to look at Oikawa's face.
"You always do the same." Big hands sneak to the sides of Oikawa's hips, just below the trunks. “When no one’s giving you the attention you want, you throw the bait, wait for one of us to fall and come beg you; but it’s you who ends up begging and demanding.”
His fingers dig hard into the snowy skin, slide in and out of the trunks until they give up the play with the underwear and slip down to his pelvis, he fiddles with the elastic of the underwear and hisses against his skin when he feels the hardening of his cock.
"You're excited." Two fingers trace the bulge, robbing him of a whimpering moan. "Sometimes you're a little cruel to yourself, but that's something I like about you."
Oikawa knows it very well.
He has always been like this.
“Stop avoiding the situation, please.”
His words bring a light silence that submerges their senses and increases the sexual tension between the two. They've been doing this since high school, fucking each other and when it wasn't enough there was also Makki; sadly Iwaizumi was too far away to approach him. It's been years of tension, of malicious puns, intentional touching, and intimate exchanges, and yet right now Oikawa feels suffocated by the tension and embarrassed by the situation he created.
Matsukawa smirks when Oikawa seems to give up and hides his head in one of his arms leaning on the dresser.
"Mm, you get shy ‘cause I've told you the secret you keep up in the air."
"Shut up."
At least today Mattsun has won one over Oikawa.
He straightens his posture again, ridding the chestnut's body of body heat. For a moment he closes his eyes tightly, he himself is freaking out since he saw those damn photos. He opens her eyes again, gazing sharply at the way Oikawa is simply giving in to his whim, desire welling up from isr pores every time he's with him and acknowledging that he loves him.
Whatever they do, whatever they have: he loves it.
His appetite is unleashed as determination reaches its peak and he decides to start with it. He gives himself the ultimate luxury of being subtle and caressing the skin of Tooru's thighs, tracing small cuddly circles before changing the dynamic completely with the rough impact of his hands on the brunette's ass. Mattsun listens to the strangled gasp that escapes his throat and inwardly gloats over it.
"You always sound so good."
Oikawa doesn't look at him, but he changes the position of his face and lets him see that he's blushing. He hears the babble of what sounds like a rebuke, but he knows he's enjoying it. He abandons the preamble to slip his fingers under his underwear and hook the elastic to slide them to the side and reveal his hole. He swallows a groan of delight, toying with their sanity as he reaches up with a finger and massages the tight spot in small circles, not intending to push the finger any further than the surface.
Tooru was definitely not ready for that.
The subtle touch of Mattsun's finger sends a shiver through his entire body, sending him into a state of momentary satisfaction at the stimulation he receives. No matter how long it had been since they were wrapped up in each other, he would never be fully ready to be touched the way only Matsukawa knew how.
Mattsun appreciates that Oikawa simply gives him control ‘cause he can get even with a little of everything, so he takes advantage of the situation to push the naughty finger away and digs his fingers deep into the meat of his ass muscles as he closes the distance and thrusts his own boner against the other's body.
He's pushing boldly and with intent, but he's not rubbing. He's just there, showing Oikawa how he has him. He uses his grip to drag the brunette further away from the dresser, peeling his legs off the wood as best he can so as not to hurt him later.
"Isse-".
"Sh."
He slides his fingers purposefully over the pinkish skin, pressing gladly into his nails and waits for the lines to form as evidence that his hands were there. Oikawa squeaks at the slight heat dissipating behind Mattsun's fingers, faces him again, and Matsukawa is mesmerized by the hungry look in the chocolate eyes that begs him to hurry up.
Mattsun leans over his back, bringing his lips close to the chestnut's ear to gently bite the cartilage. He notices the way Oikawa stays still, holding his breath until he releases the skin and places another kiss on the bone behind his ear.
"Breathe, baby." It’s automatic the effect of his words on Oikawa who takes a deep breath and seems to melt at his words. "That's it."
The tattooed man enjoys the new state of relaxation that Oikawa is showing, he sees that the setter's hands move over the dressing table with the intention of holding on, or so he thinks, ‘cause the next thing he hears and is disconcerted is the muffled moan of Oikawa. It's finally broken. Parting his lips, he whispers sarcastically in his ear, "That's how I like you, Tooru."
Oikawa pushes his hips back, breathing erratically and his lips parting in shock, as if he can't believe what he just heard. It's not about the situation, but about the hungry look he's giving him and he can feel it burning his skin; it’s the expression of smugness and pride, with the smug smile spilling from the corner of his lips. And he gave him the reason to be like that, it's his own idiotic and needy expression that pumped Matsukawa's ego, it's his actions at the moment of letting his hands be taken by the tallest and being carried behind his back, right at the beginning of his skirt.
And he knows it, Oikawa’s aware that he’s foolishly allowing himself to be broken by the jet. Tooru recognizes somewhere inside his head that that ruthless, determined touch is far outweighing any ounce of cunning in his being.
“Tooru.” Matsukawa savors the first name. He calls softly and in a deep voice, bringing him back to earth. "I'm gonna fuck your thighs, so I want you to be here and squeeze."
"Yes, sir."
Mattsun is gracefully surprised when he hears Oikawa's calm and obedient tone, neither defiant nor mocking. He has already completely abandoned his superficial pride. He knows that he was affected by the change, it’s always like that and as usual, he distributes cuddly kisses on his neck. They’re soft kisses that go against the tense and hot environment they’re in, but they foster trust between them.
"Are you pamperin’ me now, Mattsun?" Tooru asks in a low voice, glancing at his partner's sifted body out of the corner of his eye.
Matsukawa laughs upon hearing it. "There’s a problem with that?"
“You‘ve my hands trapped, you’re rubbing your dick in my ass, I call you sir and you just pamper me.” There’s a hint of disbelief as Oikawa rants calmly, without that usual shrill voice tone. Mattsun presses his hands against her back, responding with more loving kisses that steal little chills and a half smile. “You're an incredibly asshole sometimes.”
"But I'm an asshole you like."
Tooru's words get stuck in his throat as Mattsun's weight leaves his body, but not entirely ‘cause his hips lunge at his ass and all he can think about is that he's going to fuck him.
“You'll leave your hands here, okay? Don't move them."
Oikawa hums in response, his fingers gripping the fabric of his skirt to hold them there, anticipating what's gonna happen next.
Then he hears the strap buckle and feels movement behind him. Matsukawa is getting rid of his pants. Oikawa wants to turn around and rip them from his body, but uses all his self-control to remain still. He barely registers the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor before he feels the prominent bulge slam cheekily against his ass. He's still covered by his underwear, but the touch is enough to rob him of a needy moan.
Oikawa nearly rolls his eyes at the more direct friction, but he's not far behind and pushes his hips up to press and rub his ass on Mattsun's cock. He wants to be thankful when hands reach up his skirt to pinch his thighs and squeeze them. Matsukawa delights as he roughs up the skin and ends up pulling the skirt up over Oikawa's lower back, leaving him totally exposed except for the underwear that’s still firmly molding his body.
Matsukawa's long fingers continue to mistreat different parts of his skin, roaming shamelessly down to the elastic of his underwear and mercilessly backing away when Tooru further exposes his hips for him to get rid of the annoying garment. The last time Mattsun's hands play with him and move away, it's to change their direction and now he brings them to his shoulder blades where he exerts enough pressure so that his torso doesn't lift an inch from the dresser.
He has Issei's chest against his back again, he whimpers barely ‘cause the slow pace and foreplay that seems to extend his end is driving him crazy.
“Those damn pics.” Matsukawa manages to get his face into the gap between his neck and shoulder. His voice is deeper and heated now, sending shivers down his spine. Oikawa believes that it can go off in gunpowder when the lips kiss the skin of his neck, the teeth bite properly and the hands go back to his thighs to distribute caresses. “That damn skirt… All of you’re gonna be the cause of my death one day, Oikawa Tooru.”
An involuntary moan escapes through his throat when he feels his skin being sucked and then bitten in the same area, he wants to bring his hand to his mouth and cover it to silence his noises, but he knows that Matsukawa doesn't mind and he doesn't have to be embarrassed, so he gasps longingly as his breath begins to gasp in anticipation.
Issei grabs the material with the hand that was pushing his shoulder blades and holds on to it, bunching the fabric between his fingers tightly and a guttural moan vibrates against his shoulder.
"You never talk that much, Mattsun."
"You always have something witty to say, you little shit." Again the heat provided by the body of the most leaves him and he swallows a groan so as not to expose himself more than he should. "Even when you're losing your mind."
Oikawa wants to say more, but his mouth hangs slightly open and his eyes go white in exaggeration as Matsukawa lands a spanking again that echoes in the silence of the room. He stops breathing for just a second and then expels air in a snort that camouflages a gasp. He's getting painfully hard and he knows that those types of stimulations bring him closer to the brink faster than he'd like.
"Shit."
“You had to send those pics to get me here.” Hands leave his body, he wants to turn his head and see what he's gonna do, but something tells him he'd better hold his ground. "Okay, here I am."
Oikawa can't stand it and takes his hands to the dresser to lean on them and face Mattsun. It takes a few seconds for him to process the image he has of Matsukawa: misty eyes dilated with desire; lips shiny from saliva, a shade more pinkish than normal and shiny; chest almost completely exposed ‘cause at some point he unbuttoned two more buttons; and best of all, his underwear is stacked with his pants on the floor so he has a great view.
The next thing that happens isn’t expected at all.
Matsukawa takes his cock with one hand and with the other he lifts his underwear a little to push his erection under the fabric, right between his buttocks. Oikawa chokes and instinctively responds with a movement of his hips to feel more friction, he stands on his hands weakly bending his elbows halfway. He almost fell flat on his face if not for Matsukawa managing to catch his mouth in a kiss, his idle hand cupping his head just where his wavy little hairs ended.
The brunette moves his head to find a better position to comfortably respond to the passionate and hungry kiss. His tongue meets Mattsun's and he pushes it roughly, finally giving in and letting him explore his cavity as much as he wants. He is so engrossed in the kiss that when Matsukawa presses his hand through his underwear to press his cock against his ass he’s surprised, seconds later he begins to thrust to slide his cock thanks to the precum he has spilled.
"Fuck." Tooru breaks the kiss with a curse, hiding his face from the taller one so as not to reveal his ridiculous blush of charm. He well aware of how slippery his hole got with Mattsun's precum and he's awfully tempted to ask him to fuck him.
"I can’t."
"Huh?"
"We can't fuck now." Mattsun is breathing heavily, the movements he makes decrease in accuracy and start to be erratic. "You said there was no lube or condoms."
Ah, the thought escaped his mind.
Oikawa doesn't reason, just responds in a muffled voice. "I don't mind."
"We’ll do as agreed." The chestnut groans discontentedly. "Later, I promise."
Oikawa can't see it, but Issei has that fierce, hungry look on his skin that will warn anyone he's going to eat him alive, just like that. His heart beats furiously against his chest, he's crazy and it's all ‘cause of the man who’s with him in that pretty skirt and with his ass ready to be used at will. For a moment he concentrates on the movement of his own hips and deliberately ignores Oikawa's moans and calls, enjoying the slippery sensation and deciding it's time to let go of the brown hair to bury his fingers in the skin that's already quite red from pinching and any other mistreatment it has received from him.
He's so immersed in it that he nearly loses his mind when he has the will to stop before it ends like this. That's not what was agreed upon, but oh, how he wanted to muddy that nice ass and disappear his cock between those cheeks.
Oikawa pushes away longingly, expecting more contact. It was so close. "Issei." He complains in a high-pitched voice. "Don’t do this to me."
"I don't understand why you start these games if you know you're the one who has the most to pray for."
With that he closes his mouth. He’s not upset, he agrees. But somehow his heart pumps faster, he loves it. Matsukawa Issei knows how to put him in his place.
"Please." Oikawa whispers the request into her forearms, feeling the tension in his pelvis increase with every second he holds his own orgasm from spilling over.
"Sweet and magical words, darling."
Issei leans in to kiss one of his buttocks, laughing against the skin because he has broken Oikawa even though it has taken him longer than expected. He resists the urge to bite into the tasty ass and sits back up, licking his lips making a note in his mind to eat that gorgeous ass when they get back.
"Mattsun?"
Behind him, Matsukawa easily undoes his trunks down to his ankles and spreads his thighs with his hands, not too much, but enough for him to get comfortable. Or at least that's what he thinks. The fabric slipping and tripping over his sensitive cock causes a gasp to escape his lips, but the little squeal of shock that follows is credit to the shove that caused him to slam his face onto the dresser again. He moans with need as he feels the hot, slippery cock settle between his thighs, just below his balls.
He chokes on his saliva as Matsukawa's teeth bite into his shoulder to silence his own moans and gasps as she settles in behind him. Oikawa stretches his hands under his chest to steady himself on the dresser; something in Issei's tense posture and quality tells him that he needs to hold on to something.
"Squeeze those thighs for me." The brunette can barely breathe, he’s panting heavily and feels hotter and more sensitive than usual. When he understands the request, he brings his thighs together, squeezing the taller man's cock as best he can. "Enjoy it."
He doesn't get to answer as Matsukawa's cock trails between his tight thighs and rubs under his own slippery cock, the mere sensation sending loads of pleasure making him tremble on his feet. Oikawa didn't even realize when he stood on his tiptoes to give the tattooed man more comfort, but it's the best thing he's done so far ‘cause every time his cock rubs against Issei's, his eyes want to get lost inside his head.
“Mattsun.” He shrieks, closing his eyes as a spasm warns him that he's close. Matsukawa slows his movements, breathing heavily against his skin. He only needs a few seconds to deduce that he can take more. "Start again."
The jet settles and now when he pushes his cock it seems to have found the perfect position to send them over the edge of a cliff. Oikawa wants to warn him, tell him something because it's just gorgeous and damn intimate, even more so than fucking; but not a single word is able to articulate, his voice is lost in moans and incongruous gasps.
They're not having sex, but it's just as good. He can feel the precum oozing from his cock, he wants to come but he wants to wait for Mattsun to do it first or maybe they can do it together.
"Please". He rolls his eyes as another spasm makes his body tense, he inhales in as much air as he can through his nose and decides to look under his chest. "Shit."
The drool almost escapes from his mouth when he sees Mattsun's cock appear and rub against his, both shiny and red and painfully hard. His mouth remains open, he feels an immense desire to choke on the taller's cock; he wants to swallow that long thick cock until the tears are lost at the back of his throat.
"Issei- Damn." His voice is calmed by his heavy breathing. The little moment of distraction when he sees Matsukawa's precum spurt out and muddy his thighs distracts him enough to make him forget what he was gonna say.
Matsukawa holds his hair with morbidity and strength, pulls the brown strands to make him look up and meet the wall of his room; Oikawa knows that if he had a mirror there, he would see his disheveled and flushed image that gave away that he was receiving good care.
"You don't know how much I wanna be buried inside you and hit you over and over until you cum." Mattsun's other hand reaches for his cock and grips it firmly. "You're drenched by me." Oikawa moans unashamedly at the sound of it, almost whimpering as the hand begins to pump his cock mercilessly.
"It's too much." His voice breaks from the pleasure that begins to explode from his belly. “Damn Mattsun!” His voice breaks completely when he says his name. He's trying like crazy not to spill on his hand, but he's so close he knows it's only a matter of seconds and one good touch to come.
Matsukawa takes advantage of his slightly open mouth to put his fingers in the brunette's mouth and rub them over his tongue while his other hand is still pumping his sensitive cock. Mattsun forces himself to lift Oikawa's body a little to bring their bodies closer together, and is pleasantly surprised when he notices that the setter doesn't loosen his thighs at any time.
Tooru is cheeky and shamelessly sucks long on Issei's fingers, tasting them like they're covered in candy. When he least expects it, Mattsun leaves his mouth and is left with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, exposing how thirsty he is.
"I can’t hold it anymore." Tooru finally admits with a desperate groan, hoping that Issei is close to cum as well.
The brown-haired man barely turns his head to meet the taller's sweaty profile, his chocolate eyes look with pity written in them and it seems that Issei sees him out of the corner of his eye, because Mattsun lets out a deep moan before pushing his hips faster and turning. his head to face the setter squarely and kiss him furiously.
At some point, Issei feels desperate enough to kiss him comfortably that he breaks the position and pulls away against his will to flip Oikawa over while holding him by the hips. It seems that the brunette finds a way to increase the comfort for both of them when he raises his butt on the dresser, staying on the edge and making his hips almost at the same height. Issei rushes over to take the brunette's sticky reddish cock and then he brings his pelvis closer so that his own cock meets the other's.
Soon he’s using both hands to hold the throbbing cocks together and is concentrating on rubbing against Tooru, sliding his hands up and down to provide his partner with more pleasure.
Oikawa doesn't remember when was the last time he was with Mattsun, but the way they are, he can notice that the taller man's cock is thicker than his own and the same length; but the panoramic view is better, right? The precum sprouts from both glans, dressing their cocks in white and making the movement more and more pleasurable.
It seems that when he receives the last spasm he remembers that his hands are empty, ‘cause as soon as his abs tenses he rushes to take his hands to Mattsun's chest, digging his fingers into the shapely pecs.
Matsukawa doesn't give up his task of keeping their cocks together even when he himself goes into a spasm that makes him tense and contract slightly. Oikawa meets his gaze and half-smiles when he meets the taller's heavy, dark gaze. He can't take it anymore and throws herself on his lips to kiss him carelessly and without apparent rhythm.
Tooru takes it upon himself to carry the messy kiss while Issei does all the work. He groans as he reaches the peak of the high and the tension is so strong that a guttural sound is emitted from his throat without him being aware of it. He listens to the silence that follows Matsukawa's ragged breath as it begins to spill almost alongside him.
Oikawa was the first to come, but his orgasm spread over the slightest edge he plunged into. He gave small tremors and his cock continued to let out white strands of semen until, finally, he fell defeated on the taller's chest with heavy breathing.
Minutes later, when his breathing is more regulated, Oikawa leans against the wall after settling on the dresser. Mattsun takes advantage of the moment to go to the bathroom and, surely, wash his hands; seconds later he returns with a package of baby wipes that Oikawa always keeps in his bathroom drawer.
Mattsun takes out a washcloth and begins to clean himself, spending more than three and when he considers himself clean enough, he begins to arrange his clothes under Oikawa's feline gaze. The moment he finishes, he walks over to the dresser where the brunette’s still sitting and silently begins to clean up every trace of what they just did. Issei doesn't need to ask him to spread his legs to clean between them, and if he took a little longer than necessary on his thighs neither of them said anything about it.
“Mattsun.” Tooru calls out to him softly, drawing a dark gaze to his face. “I hope it was worth coming here for my nice pics.”
The taller man's expression twists until he lets out a small laugh. "You'll be the one to break my sanity one of these days." He takes the chestnut's hips to lower him although he doesn't need him to. "Turn around."
Oikawa obeys silently, fixing his shirt even though he doesn't have a mirror to see himself in. He feels Mattsun's sharp eyes on his neck and knows it's only a matter of time before the taller one makes a comment that interrupts the comfortable atmosphere they've created with the silence and subtlety with which he cleanses his thighs and butt.
"Admit it". Mattsun cleans with one last wet towel between Tooru's buttocks though not sure if it's really dirty, he discards the towel and pulls up the underwear which is then covered by the skirt. "This boner was so good it made you thirsty."
"I won't admit it." The chestnut combs his hair that has been destroyed after the little sexual episode. A pout of concentration twists in his mouth until a hand smacks hard on his ass, making him moan. "You little shit, I'm gonna leave you without sex all vacation."
Mattsun scoffs with a half smile. "As if you could live without that attention, Tooru." He deposits a small kiss on his neck and then takes his hand and pulls it. Oikawa turns on his heel to stand next to him. "Come on, we'll buy everything you want now."
"And you're gonna fuck me properly when we get back."
"Anything you ask for, Tooru."