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"Fuck," Oikawa moans, his hands twisted into the sheets and sweat dripping down, plastering his hair to his face. "Fuck."
"You're going to finish fast today," Matsukawa whispers into the back of Oikawa's neck. Oikawa attempts to throw a glare over his shoulder, but Matsukawa thrusts in and Oikawa shoves his face back down into the pillow and pushes his hips back trying to push Matsukawa in deeper, his ass tight around Matsukawa's cock. His legs are shaking slightly, his back curved enough that he knows it'll hurt tomorrow but he cant get himself to care.
Not when Matsukawa's low voice floats into his ear, dripping with laziness, "Should I go slower?"
"Fuck you," Oikawa spits out, reaching a hand behind and pulling at Matsukawa's hair roughly, dragging until he's close enough to kiss Matsukawa. And he's always liked the way Matsukawa's mouth has looked bitten up red so he bites, hard, and feels a spike of pleasure when Matsukawa groans. "Harder."
Matsukawa grins against Oikawa's teeth. "When I want to I'll go harder."
They kiss all tongue and teeth and with each one, Matsukawa moves his hips shallowly and grinds into the right place repeatedly. Oikawa moans into Matsukawa's mouth and his body goes hot all over. After several moments he breaks away from Matsukawa and drops his head, breathing hard.
Matsukawa grabs his hips, pulling his cock out of Oikawa so only his head is sheathed inside before he slams back in. A sob is punched out of Oikawa and his concentration narrows onto Matsukawa and the feel of a hard body on his, of a large cock inside of him, of how red and bruised the back of his thighs will be in a few hours, of how his muscle will sting and ache tomorrow.
"I'm almost," Oikawa breathes right before Matsukawa licks down his shoulder blades and reaches around to pull at his cock. He comes, wet all over the sheets with a guttural moan. His legs feel shakier, his fingers tremble around the sheets, and he thanks Matsukawa's hold on his hips because that's his anchor and the only thing keeping him from dropping. And when Matsukawa finishes with a deep thrust and a groan, Oikawa's smiles tiredly at the thought of fingerprint bruises on his ass.
Matsukawa finally lets go of Oikawa's hips and after Oikawa drops down onto the mattress, he stretches out next to Oikawa and runs a hand up and down Oikawa's thigh.
"I refuse to clean up," Oikawa says into the pillow.
Matsukawa chuckles. "After that I'd be surprised if you could walk."
FILL: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, E
I_TRIED.PNG also i love all ur other prompts too ur the prompt king Mizu
"Fuck," Oikawa moans, his hands twisted into the sheets and sweat dripping down, plastering his hair to his face. "Fuck."
"You're going to finish fast today," Matsukawa whispers into the back of Oikawa's neck. Oikawa attempts to throw a glare over his shoulder, but Matsukawa thrusts in and Oikawa shoves his face back down into the pillow and pushes his hips back trying to push Matsukawa in deeper, his ass tight around Matsukawa's cock. His legs are shaking slightly, his back curved enough that he knows it'll hurt tomorrow but he cant get himself to care.
Not when Matsukawa's low voice floats into his ear, dripping with laziness, "Should I go slower?"
"Fuck you," Oikawa spits out, reaching a hand behind and pulling at Matsukawa's hair roughly, dragging until he's close enough to kiss Matsukawa. And he's always liked the way Matsukawa's mouth has looked bitten up red so he bites, hard, and feels a spike of pleasure when Matsukawa groans. "Harder."
Matsukawa grins against Oikawa's teeth. "When I want to I'll go harder."
They kiss all tongue and teeth and with each one, Matsukawa moves his hips shallowly and grinds into the right place repeatedly. Oikawa moans into Matsukawa's mouth and his body goes hot all over. After several moments he breaks away from Matsukawa and drops his head, breathing hard.
Matsukawa grabs his hips, pulling his cock out of Oikawa so only his head is sheathed inside before he slams back in. A sob is punched out of Oikawa and his concentration narrows onto Matsukawa and the feel of a hard body on his, of a large cock inside of him, of how red and bruised the back of his thighs will be in a few hours, of how his muscle will sting and ache tomorrow.
"I'm almost," Oikawa breathes right before Matsukawa licks down his shoulder blades and reaches around to pull at his cock. He comes, wet all over the sheets with a guttural moan. His legs feel shakier, his fingers tremble around the sheets, and he thanks Matsukawa's hold on his hips because that's his anchor and the only thing keeping him from dropping. And when Matsukawa finishes with a deep thrust and a groan, Oikawa's smiles tiredly at the thought of fingerprint bruises on his ass.
Matsukawa finally lets go of Oikawa's hips and after Oikawa drops down onto the mattress, he stretches out next to Oikawa and runs a hand up and down Oikawa's thigh.
"I refuse to clean up," Oikawa says into the pillow.
Matsukawa chuckles. "After that I'd be surprised if you could walk."