Iwaizumi's friendship with Oikawa was... different, to say the least.
"Iwa-chan!" The voice came from behind him, bright and cheeky as usual, and the usual irritation sparked inside Iwaizumi. He felt a strong arm sling over his shoulder, and the others body heat was seeping through his school uniform, warming the tanned athlete as he received a greeting in full.
The taller male leaned over, murmuring into Iwaizumi's ear as if harboring a childish secret, "Makki loaned me another video. Let's watch it after practice."
If it was just any old movie, Oikawa wouldn't have placed so much stock in being quiet. Remembering the videos Hanamaki had lent them before made Iwaizumi's abdomen tighten. "Gross. I don't wanna watch it with you," he replied warily, calmly taking Oikawa's arm by the wrist to brush it off, walking ahead of him toward the class until the heavy footsteps behind him caught up.
"And you're going to watch it at home? Iwa-chan's family's always there, right?" It came out of the demon setter so smooth, like he'd already rehearsed Iwaizumi's objections in his mind.
"C'mon, just a little. I'll cook your favorite." That's right. Oikawa was someone to trust; someone who knew the wing spiker better than he knew himself, and had known him since he was a child.
Iwaizumi relaxed and slowed his steps, feeling lame for conceding to something as silly as fried tofu. "Fine."
The dark mood had gone, replaced by Oikawa's boyish antics as he clenched his fist, cocking it once in victory. "Yes! I can always depend on you being a little piggy - - OW! That's cruel Iwa-chan!"
Nothing changed about the way Oikawa would piss him off endlessly and consequently received the blunt of Iwaizumi's frustration through smacks and kicks. He was still aggressive in volleyball and drove Iwaizumi past expectation after expectation. There was still no one he felt more comfortable with than Oikawa.
"Ohh fuck yeah~! Aahhnnnnaahhahh~~"
Hanamaki's video was playing in Oikawa's room five minutes after they arrived home, the two sitting across from it on the floor, backs to the edge of Oikawa's bed. This was definitely different from the friendship Iwaizumi had always known. They'd never really watched stuff like this, much less together, before puberty struck. The fascination of sex hit the two of them shamelessly, moral compasses thrown out the window once they figured out they had similar tastes. This resulted in Oikawa hooking up with girls Iwaizumi had thought was cute, but had never really planned to pursue on account of volleyball. Or so he told himself.
"They're really going at it, aren't they?" laughed Oikawa, acting as casual as usual, slumping in the usual position he took when watching anything. His knees were drawn to his chest, drawn slightly apart in his relaxed state, his hands and chin neatly folded between them. Since they got home he'd changed into a pair of grey sweats and a soft, blue shirt that clung to the frame of his defined torso. "That girl's way too into it for her 'first time'."
Even Iwaizumi had to agree silently, as his eyes remained on the young actress enjoying a mouthful of some older man's cock. He could feel a twitch in his tan uniform pants, seeing how eagerly she went down. "Girls aren't like that the first time?" Iwaizumi asked despite himself, almost hearing the onslaught of teasing as Oikawa yet again chided him for being a virgin.
"Nope." He replied coolly, scooting further back against the bed, until his head rested atop it. The calmer he sounded, the more dangerous he was. Iwaizumi could feel eyes on him, but he focused on the screen, imagining his own dick on the receiving end of those small, pink, soft-looking lips. He tried not to bother himself with how close Oikawa was sitting. "Real virgins are teeen times cuter. Makes me want to spoil 'em silly." Oikawa added, relaxing one leg down, and then the other. Iwaizumi willed himself not to look. He knew what happened if he looked.
Spoil them silly.
"What does that even mean?"
Iwaizumi's blazer had long since been discarded on the floor behind them, clad in the white dress shirt of his uniform, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows sloppily. His toned forearms flexed over his thighs, legs crossed underneath him. The maroon tie around his neck was loosened, the first few buttons of his shirt undone and displaying the strength of his neck and collarbone. He saw Oikawa lick his lips from the corner of his eye and he shuddered.
"What do you think, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa's hand traveled south down his own thigh, and he grasped himself through his sweats, releasing a pleased sigh. Iwaizumi's body stiffened, blood pounding through his ears as he recognized what his friend was doing within the limited sight of his peripheries. "I touch them... kiss them all over. Pin them down underneath me, letting them feel just a bit of my weight, make them feel warm and protected." Iwaizumi didn't understand it, but he listened, feeling the blood rush elsewhere, thickening his cock until it was painful. Oikawa didn't plan to stop talking anytime soon, not even with this girl's moans issuing from the video. "I make their pussies drool... then I clean it up with my tongue."
Fuck.
He didn't know why this excited him, thinking about Oikawa on top of girls, spoiling them silly. He kept quiet, listening for the faint friction of hand over material as Oikawa rubbed himself, hand gliding back and forth over the bulge in his pants, until finally those beautifully shaped fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his sweats, sinking inside the warm heat of his crotch. Now the movement was more noticeable, without even a side glance he could tell Oikawa was putting more effort into jerking himself, now that contact was direct. "And they're always so tiny, when it comes to my cock. I have to open them slowly, or they'll break."
Iwaizumi huffed, the first bit of scarlet breaking over his cheeks. Oikawa grinned.
"What's better? Hearing me talk about girls? Hmm? Or watching the video?" Oikawa's voice sounded tangibly strained. Iwaizumi was tempted to see the heated expression he wore, but resolve had him sinking back against the bed, shrugging his shoulders as calmly as he could.
"Like I can concentrate with you jerking off in front of me, Shittykawa." It was meant to sound like he was bothered by this, that he couldn't get into it with Oikawa acting so lewdly in front of him. But the thrill was in all actuality making it hard to hold back. Oikawa would push him into anger, like he usually did. Or pull him into temptation, little by little, if pushing didn't work.
Oikawa's hand movements stilled in his pants, and his voice was lowering sweetly. "Hey..." His brunette head of hair dropped on Iwaizumi's shoulder, his nose brushing along the base of his exposed neck, pale contrasting with dark olive-tone of Iwaizumi's. His heavier breaths were on Iwaizumi's skin now, heating up the flesh until it felt clammy. Their shoulders brushed as Oikawa's hand slowly left his sweats, warm as it brushed over Iwai's thigh. "There's nothing... wrong with it, so... just like last time." Iwaizumi allowed access to his groin, finally dropping his eyes to watch the hand that wasn't his own skillfully undo his belt, then unbutton and unzip his pants, until his boxers were in perfect view. Oikawa was inhaling Iwaizumi's scent through his nose, scrambling Iwaizumi's brain until he was yearning for touch, his thigh twitching open further. "I... thought you wanted to watch the video." It was the dark haired male's last semblance of a chance at resisting Oikawa smoothly coming onto him, but the two of them both new there wasn't a chance in Hell of that.
So Oikawa softly laughed up into Iwaizumi's ear, letting his fingers trace up the emboldened tent his friend sported underneath his boxers, before he was peeling them off and wrapping his hand around him, one finger at a time. Oikawa's hand was warmer, and softer than Iwaizumi expected, but he had been playing with himself in the stuffy confines of his sweats. "I did want to watch it... Now though, I want to watch Iwa-chan." Iwaizumi's head lolled to the side, his eyelids drooping in wanton splendor as that wonderfully experienced hand dragged down to the base, grinding its palm subtly on its way back up to the tip. His smaller eyes took in the sight of Oikawa's large hand gripping his girth, watching his thumb slowly circle underneath his head with one long drag, before his closed fist was moving back down and up, into a rhythm of slow strokes that had Iwaizumi's thighs shaking. When had Oikawa's hand become so big? He remembered the small hands they used to practice volleyball together with, barely able to spike a ball. Now the ball sat perfectly in Oikawa's hand, and there was so much power in it that it was a wonder Oikawa could be gentle with the throbbing organ in his hands.
"You're too sexy, Iwa-chan... before I even touched it, you were already hard," Oikawa reminded in a mumble, sounding awed even as he teased his friend, earning a small gasp out of Iwaizumi only to reward it with a squeeze as he pumped quicker. "Touch mine too." The setter was facing him now, moving closer to hook one leg over Iwaizumi's, all but sitting on his thigh. Iwaizumi's hand nervously shot into Oikawa's sweats, feeling around for his cock until he could grasp it firmly himself, the background noise of the video long forgotten.
"Haahh!" Iwaizumi's face crumpled from that stubborn, stiff expression into something more slovenly and less regulated, lips perpetually parted to breathe easier. "Ahh... Shi~t..." He threw his head back and thrust up into Oikawa's hand, his own strokes harder and less controlled, the pace erratic.
"W-Woah - - haha - - slow down!" Oikawa laughed too breathily to discount, his cock surged in Iwaizumi's hand from the thorough stimulation. "Iwa-chan's such a clumsy virgin, huh?" He cooed just the way Iwa liked it, his lips centering on the other boy's earlobe, pressing a languid, warm kiss to the sensitive area. Iwaizumi's toes curled, and he grunted as Oikawa's slippery tongue ran up the shell of his ear. "Not at all cute like a girl," Oikawa blew into Iwaizumi's ear, earning a choked gasp out of him, followed by a sloppier handjob still on Iwaizumi's part.
Iwaizumi's face tilted toward Oikawa's then, meeting that playfully lewd gaze with a glare of his own fashion. "Go g-get a girl to jerk you off then."
Oikawa smiled prettily, lips nearing Iwaizumi's. "Maybe later."
Lips pressed into one another with an unwavering amount of certainty, Oikawa's pillowy against Iwaizumi's, whose felt firmer in comparison. It was like Oikawa's lips were perfectly soft and warm, meant for kissing instead of the verbal teasing he always humiliated Iwaizumi with. Oikawa pressed him against the bed as he straddled Iwaizumi's thigh as they kissed, pinning him like he'd done to so many other girls. But Iwaizumi was sturdy and hard underneath him, if not trembling from the way it excited him. Iwaizumi's lips opened and Oikawa responded in kind with an incoherent murmur, sliding his tongue in to the slow rhythm of his bobbing hand. He managed to make a slow, tongue fucking session out of what seemed like a feverish and desperate kiss, forcing Iwaizumi into a lulled submission no matter how badly he wanted to speed things up and cum.
"You wanna cum, Iwa-chan? You better tell me how."
Sadistic bastard. Iwaizumi was too horny to care about a thing like pride, grunting in frustration as Oikawa cupped his nut sac, fondling it even slower than he'd been jerking.
"Ma... Make me cum with your mouth."
It sounded foreign coming out of him, he didn't recognize the ragged, deep tone of want and need he clearly held for the other. Oikawa didn't bother prolonging it, keeping his hand down below as he maneuvered down onto the floor beneath them, his arms resting over Iwaizumi's legs as he tugged down his pants partway, exposing Iwaizumi's cock, which dripped slowly onto his thighs. "Hearing that from you makes me wanna burst." Soon that hot breath was tingling over the most sensitive part of Aoba Johsai's ace, and the familiar soft, wetness of Oikawa's mouth enveloped the head, warming him in a suckle.
"Hghk!" The back of his hand sought to cover his face, unable to hide the bottom lip he chewed as he struggled to make himself last just a little longer, if only to feel the pleasant inside of Oikawa's mouth further. He felt the inside of Oikawa's cheeks suck in around him as he sucked more of him in, the hand at his base holding his cock up straight to feed into his mouth. Iwaizumi knew one look down would have him cumming hard, unable to handle the sight of his best friend going down on him.
Oikawa made a meal of it, groaning around the cock in his mouth as he took him in halfway, pulling his lips off slow before bobbing his head closer into Iwaizumi's lap, his own neglected cock throbbing in his sweats. He knew all of Iwaizumi's sweet spots and he made full use of them, his tongue massaging little circles into the underside of Iwaizumi's tip until he could feel jizz coating his tongue, the thick cock surging in his mouth with each pump of seed inside. Iwaizumi sagged back against the bed as he let go inside Oikawa's mouth, his hand shakily leaving his face to watch Oikawa suck the rest from his slit, cleaning it as diligently as he usually did.
"Why do you..." he trailed off, Oikawa looked up at him curiously as he let Iwaizumi slip out of his mouth, another shudder-inducing sight for the Ace. "Why do you always look like you're really... into it?"
Iwaizumi knew the obvious answer, expecting a feigned pout, some other type of deflection. But Oikawa sat up, letting Iwaizumi's cock drip onto his pants, his hand slipping underneath the lower hem of the others shirt.
"Because you like it."
It was so simple and straightforward, different from the teasing Oikawa always employed. When did he become so cool? Iwaizumi accepted another kiss, tasting himself without really wanting too, but Oikawa's melting kisses were enough to persuade him.