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Ikki's still not sure he wants to be in the middle of this. (Written for a Spring Kink prompt.)
"Quit pulling my hair, dumbass," he said, a little bit hoarse. Sano was looming over him, and he didn't really seem to care. His pants had gotten down around his knees at some point while Ikki was busy with more pressing matters (namely, the fact that he was getting head for the first time in his life and it was hard to concentrate on anything else at the same time), and he rose up further so that he was on his hands and knees. Ikki just stared at him, as if to say you can't quit now, that's not fair. "Look, do you want this or not? If you do, get up so I can reach." Ikki did as he was asked, holding onto Kazu's shoulders-- he was still wearing the shirt that had been under his hoodie, the wrinkled white dress shirt that had been under his uniform jacket a couple of hours ago-- instead of his hair this time. Kazu didn't make any move except to gasp and clench his hands in the sheets, though, and that was when Ikki realized what Sano was doing.
"Kazu?" He asked, as if waiting for permission for something.
"Just--" Kazu's breath hitched. "--wait, I'll get to you." He was breathing hard, gasping, and Ikki squeezed his shoulder. He couldn't bring himself to stretch up further and look over Kazu's back to get a good look at what Sano was doing, not when looking at his face seemed wrong enough. Kazu's mouth was open and his eyes were closed, and his face was flushed. Ikki was pretty sure he didn't want to see what was making Kazu look like that. The most he could do was look up, so that he met Sano's eyes. Or rather, he would have had Sano's eyes not also been closed. Ironically, he looked less smarmy and perverted and conniving than Ikki had ever seen him look before.
"Doesn't that hurt?" Ikki half-whispered, curiosity getting the better of him at last.
"I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it," Kazu managed to say, barely, and that hadn't been a real answer. But either it was true or Kazu really wanted to avoid the question (probably the former, because Kazu really wouldn't be putting up with it for a second if he didn't like it), because he picked that moment to be ready to go down on Ikki again.
It didn't take very long, even with the lingering doubt that he was getting a blowjob from his best friend holding him back, and when he came Kazu choked and sputtered. That was a bit of a relief-- it would have been a little too scarring to have Kazu swallow like a girl in a porn movie, because that would mean he was used to doing that with Sano. Kazu doing this on a regular basis with Sano was not something he wanted to dwell on, because that was just freaky. As soon as Ikki fell back away from him, Kazu was panting for air as if Ikki had been strangling him, the force of his harsh breaths sending his blond bangs upward and downward-- no, that wasn't it, his hair was moving because he was, rocking back and forth with Sano's movements. Sano's eyes were open again by then, and Ikki did meet his eyes that time-- he looked dazed, unfocused, and still not like a leering pervert. (Of course, he was still a leering pervert. He was having sex with someone six and a half years younger than he was. He just didn't look quite like one.)