Sweetness

Warm.

The first sensation Eijirou registered as he languidly awoke was sickly sweet, warm pressure all around him. The air itself felt thick, tucking itself into his curves and edges. The taste in his mouth was sour and bitter but still good, somehow, coating him the same way the warmth did.

He let himself bask in that warmth, his entire body heavy, viscous, slow-moving like molasses. He curled his fingers and toes lazily, feeling his right hand sink into the discarded comforter and his left into a hot, half-melted hardness. He slowly became aware of a familiar scent.

He pressed his face forward, craving more of that smoky aroma, pleased when he was rewarded with a soft surface where that scent seemed to linger.

He shifted a little and felt something pressing into his left thigh. Ah, that'd be his dick. Still too numb with sleep to do anything substantial about it, Eijirou settled for briefly lifting his hips to let his morning wood slip into a more natural position before settling back down into his previous arrangement with half his chest on the mattress and his left leg and arm slung over -
his best friend, Bakugou Katsuki.

Eijirou inhaled sharply, frozen with fear for a long second, then forced himself to relax, inwardly reminding himself that Bakugou was a heavy sleeper and not a morning person and he probably didn't even know what had happened. His half-asleep mind chugged at an infuriating pace, trying to puzzle together how they'd fallen into this tangle of limbs.

He remembered slowly blinking sleep away as they'd marathoned dubbed-over vintage Twilight Zone episodes, sinking into Bakugou's arm to his friend's half-hearted grumble of protest. He'd always been a relentless cuddler when he was sleepy. They must've fallen asleep like that, somehow, and naturally ended up in their current situation.

It occurred to Eijirou slower than it maybe should've that he should probably move. Sure, Bakugou had been pretty friendly lately(his version of friendly, anyway) and Kaminari and Ashido had been insisting that he was definitely into him, but he really didn't want to get things started like this, with his rock hard dick pressed into Bakugou's side and his nose buried in his neck.

But then, what if moving woke Bakugou up? Eijirou clenched and unclenched his right hand, grinding his teeth, agonizing over what to do. He slowly opened his eyes, letting them focus before he dragged them upward, over Bakugou's Adam's apple and the fine plane of his jaw, to check whether he was awake.

To his dismay, Bakugou was staring at the ceiling. His eyes flickered to Eijirou's for a split second when he moved, then darted back upward, into the corner like there was something raptly interesting happening there, one of the muscles in his jaw jumping visibly as it clenched. Eijirou felt hot humiliation flood his chest.

"M'sorry," he said quickly at the same time as Bakugou hissed, "Shit."

Eijirou drew in a long, slow breath, held it, and released it just as slowly. "I can go," he murmured, shifting his left hand over Bakugou's shoulder, only briefly letting it catch in the strap of his tank before lifting himself on his right elbow. Bakugou mumbled something so quiet Eijirou couldn't hear, even with how close they were.

"What?" he questioned, leaning back in an effort to make Bakugou more comfortable.

Bakugou swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing for a moment before he opened his mouth, still staring resolutely into the corner. "You don't have to," he rumbled slowly.

Eijirou watched him, trying to evaluate his expression. "Are you sure?" he prodded.

Bakugou's expression tightened, his gaze leaving the corner but not quite making it to Eijirou's eyes, lingering somewhere over his shoulder instead. "Well, shit, it's not like I could help it. Not with you... like that."