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The sunrise from the windows gives the room a slightly dreamy quality when Kaminari wakes. He has one leg thrown over Bakugou's hip, while Bakugou's arm, curled and strong, rests on his waist. Kaminari has both arms tucked between their chests. He takes a deep, happy breath. It's a gentle way to wake up, something that they're not afforded often. He thinks about drifting back to sleep, but then he's hit with a realization.
Their crotches are practically touching.
As that thought flashes through his brain, Kaminari's sense of comfort leaves the entirety of the mortal plane. He starts to squirm away, but freezes instead. He really, really doesn't want to wake up Bakugou. Who knows how explosive he'll be when he wakes up and finds them like this, finds them practically embraced.
He's paralyzed, and his gaze is glued to where their bits are close, really very close. His dick and Bakugou's dick could press together by the slightest of motions. Holy fuck, he thinks. Their dicks could practically kiss.
Kaminari almost laughs hysterically, but he's cut off when the reality of what that could mean flashes through his mind. He starts to really think about it. Bakugou's always been hot, and lately, well, he's been settling into the spaces in Kaminari's life. He's there beside him when they're playing video games or studying. He's made him food every day this week. He'd hooked his chin over Kaminari's shoulder to watch a video on his phone.
He's just always there, spending time with Kaminari, and Kaminari's been feeling a fluttery around him.
And now their dicks are in kissing distance.
He's never gotten harder faster in his life.
And seeing Bakugou with his lips parted, pliant, and just a bit wet? Feeling Bakugou's powerful thigh pressed against his own? The hand on his waist that is warm, dangerous, and grounding all at once. If Kaminari leaned forward slightly, their chests would touch too. Their nipples could graze each other's, or press and rub. He's really sensitive there, so he'd really like that. And to touch Bakugou's well-built chest....
He moans a little, before he gasps and tenses. He stills every part of his being, but in so doing, his calf cramps. There'd been a lot of running during the day's rescue training, and of course he didn't drink enough water, because this is his life.
In a mindless panic from... well, everything, he tries to lift his leg off of Bakugou, but only succeeds in worsening the cramp, making him lose control slamming his hips forward, mashing their dicks together, and it is in no way the erotic thing he had imagined. There's pinching somehow.
"What the fuck, Pikachu?" a groggy, gruff voice says.
Kaminari freezes and whips his eyes to Bakugou's slow-blinking crimson. He watches with as much blankness as he can as Bakugou takes in their position.
Bakugou blinks, slow. And then he manhandles Kaminari into being the little spoon, wraps his arms around him, and says, "Too fuckin early. Go back to sleep." He closes his eyes, stills. His breathing evens out.
Kaminari blinks. He's surprisingly comfy, and his cramp is fading from the new position, which yay. He will gladly take being Bakugou's body pillow, even if there's a feeling in his chest that's growing and makes him want to release a built up charge, but there's no charge built up, only emotions, he guesses.
He's okay. They're okay? Spooning is definitely okay.
They'll talk when they both wake up. For now, this is good, he thinks and slowly drifts back to sleep.