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Red text clicked slowly atop Ojiros nightstand, lingering for mere moments before clicking away and clicking back on once more, casting what was probably the only non-natural light in the room, against the surface of the tailed students table.
Ojiro found himself watching the minutes tick by, eyes drooped yet not falling in on themselves. Maybe it was just that the exhaustion hadn’t quite set in yet, but Ojiro couldn’t quite fall asleep yet. Which was impressive, actually, seeing as he had laid down almost an hour ago.
The text blinked again. 2;57 AM, January 11th. Ojiro huffed, finally turning on his side once a few minutes more had passed and the hour turned. Tired eyes found the ceiling, tracing invisible lines and cracks that barely could be seen even with the moonlight pouring in through the windows. It takes a bit longer before Ojiros eyes begin to droop, but at last they find themselves closing. It feels like an eternity, feeling himself drifting to sleep before-
**Knock!**
A semi panicked series of knocks echoes from the wood of Ojiros door. The student shoots up, suddenly awake again as he stands up and stumbles over to the door. If someone was bothering him at this hour it’s probably important.
“Ojiro!” Kaminari sniffles, wrapping his arms around the aforementioned boy and burying his head into his chest.
Or maybe not.
“Kami, why are you still awake?” Mashirao asks with a huff, yet not denying the other of any affection that comes to him through Ojiro running his hands through his hair.
“I can’t sleep.” He mutters. “I thought you might still be awake because ‘Toshi said you’d been messaging.” He presses into the fingers in his hair, almost like a dog.
“I couldn’t sleep either.” The tailed boy huffs out a chuckle. “Probably the weather. It’s freezing, I’m glad my room has heating.” He muttered. “…why did you need me, though? Is ‘Toshi busy?” Ojiro asked, leading the electric boy into his room and quietly shutting the door as to not disturb his room neighbors. Kaminari sighed, sitting on the bed where blankets piled.
“He said that he was having a sleepover with Jirou and Tokoyami tonight so I can’t sleep in there tonight since last time with jirou..” despite the other trailing off, Ojiro still winced. Yeah, that whole incident had ended up with Kaminaris room getting entirely destroyed. It was a miracle that it hadn’t ended up with arson of some sorts, actually. Kaminari had electrocuted jirou as aux to try to power it up but it only ended up in this huge explosion that rattled the dorms and made the power grid fail. Bakugou was not a happy camper that day, but to be fair neither was most of the class.
“So you wanted to sleep in here?” Ojiro asked, blinking when Kaminari seemed to close in on himself. “…?” The other huffed at the sound of confusion, the sound only serving to further quiet the yellow haired boy. “…Well not exactly? I…” Kaminari swallowed, staring at his hands which were fidgeting. “It’s been atleast a month since we were able to spend time together properly and you know I don’t do well with the cold-“ Kaminari started, pulling slightly at his fingers which cracked each time he did. Ojiro had a feeling he knew where this was going so he interjected.
“…Denks, you know you can ask me for stuff. That’s what I’m here for.” He reassured, sitting down next to the yellow haired hero in training and setting a hand on his thigh. Denki just swallowed, yet yellow eyes met black all the same. “Can you eat me?” He blurted, seeming almost embarrassed but not at all guilty nor remorseful of his words, however blunt they were. Ojiro blinked. Well, that was easier than expected.
“…You have the-“ Ojiro started, looking to Kaminaris palms. He wasn’t quite sure how he hadn’t seen the way the others hands were clasped around 2 pills but he must have been trying to hide it until Ojiro confirmed. Kaminaris shoulders slagged as soon as Ojiro asked, knowing that was confirmation in Ojiros terms. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’m not gonna make you try to eat me like this.” He joked, met with a light snort from the tailed boy, who pushed the other slightly with said appendage. Denki snorted, flicking one of the pills to Ojiro before swallowing his own dry.
Ojiro looked on in disgust as he grabbed his water from off the desk with his tail, not even looking at it but instead at Kaminari as he uncapped it. “I don’t get how you just eat those dry. They already taste like soap in water.” He mutters, a smug look appearing on Kaminaris face as Ojiro chokes his own back, struggling even with water to help.
“You don’t have to take them, I’m not the one who just accepts everytime someone wants to be eaten.” He snarks, a glare weakly shot at him from Ojiro, who was now gulping down water to get the taste of medicine away.
“Yeah, but you are the one asking for it so be quiet.” He mutters, but it’s said with all the viscosity of a purring cat bathing in the sun, almost amused. “Take off your clothes before it kicks in, I don’t want to ruin another one of your pajama sets.” Ojiro reminded, to which Kaminari immediately began undressing. He huffed as his shirt came off after a minute of struggling with the buttons. Never let it be said that Kaminari Denki actually knows how to properly dress or undress, because either way he somehow fucks it up. His pants are next off, and much easier too. He doesn’t take off his boxers or his tank top because it’s fucking freezing and also that’s sort of weird to him. But hey that’s just his opinion.
“Shit-“ Kaminari only has a moment to process his boyfriend’s remark before he feels the floor give out from under him, suddenly free falling before being scooped up by Ojiros tail. “You alright?” The tailed boy worried, picking Kaminari up and inspecting him like one would a figurine that fell from a high shelf. The pikachu adjacent boy looked to be maybe 6 inches tall at the most, a mouthful for sure but not impossible per say.
“I’m fine.” He reassured, grinning up at Mashirao who tried his best to return the feeling. “Do you mind hurrying up through? I’m freezing.” He says, huffing. Despite his size, even *his* breath causes a cloud of visible hot air to dissipate into the surrounding space, the room growing increasingly cold from the winter storm rampaging outside.
“Alright, just stay still?” Ojiro reminded, psyching himself up for this just like he did everytime they did his. Kaminari grinned in agreement, a content Ojiro smiling back before opening his mouth and carefully using his tail and hand as support to guide the other in. Ojiro would usually let Kaminari do this on his own, but the yellow haired boy seemed to be slightly more interested in letting Ojiro do his own thing this time around.
Warm breath was the first thing that hit Kaminari. Hot air surrounded him even before he touched the muscle that is Ojiros tongue or passed the others lips. It was a pleasant difference from the cold air that seeped into Kaminaris bones previously, and it continued until he rested between Ojiros tongue and palette. “Are you alright?” Ojiro checked, his voice muffled as his teeth tried to keep the lightest grasp possible on Kaminaris legs which dangled from the knee down out of Mashiraos mouth.
“I’m good!” Kaminari was already feeling a bit better if the way he chirped said anything, which pleased Ojiro to hear. He cared a lot about his boyfriend and he loved being able to help him like this.
Ojiro let out an acknowledging hum, spreading Kaminari to the roof of his mouth with his tongue to swallow the excess saliva that pooled around the sparky boy before resting his jaw again, loosely deciding Kaminari was okay to start toying with. He may love comforting his boyfriend but teasing him was just as good, and Kaminaris reactions to Ojiro running his tongue down his face and torso was incredibly funny. Ojiro hummed around his partner, absentmindedly biting down as light as he could, almost teething on him if it wasn’t for the way he suckled at him as well. He was treating Kaminari almost like a candy.
Eventually he slowed, humming as he tilted his head back. He paused, his tongue holding Kaminari still in place. He was giving him time to double back and decide for sure if he wants this. After a moment or two of waiting there’s a slight shift, no fighting or asking to be let out. Ojiro murmurs something reassuring before fully tilting his head back and swallowing firmly.
There’s not a lot of time between Mashirao swallowing and Kaminari being deposited into his stomach, but the moments in between are always Mashiraos favorites. His fingers come to his own throat, running along the curve as he follows Denkis little form as he slips past his gullet and down his esophagus, a pleased noise escaping from Ojiro as his fingers trail along the shape made by Kaminaris form until he disappears past his collarbone. He sighs, falling back into bed and pulling his covers over himself.
“You alight, Denki?” Ojiro asked, rubbing absentmindedly at his stomach as he lays on his side. He feels the slightest bit of movement from inside and none of it is struggling so he assumes his partner is alright despite the non-response. “Mm, I’m glad I can help you like this.” He says, chuckling softly as he fully relaxes against the covers of his mattress. Kaminari finally makes a noise from inside, a sound of agreement.
“I appreciate it a lot, Mashi.” Kaminari says from inside, seeming indeed very appreciative. Warm walls of muscle surround him, almost compacting him into the little space. Yet instead of feeling cramped, he instead feels quite content. A feeling almost indescribable to someone who hasn’t felt it before, yet familiar all the same. It’s safety, true as can be. “Are you uh. Comfortable?” He asks, realizing he might be a bit big for the space. A chuckle sounds out around him, answering his question.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Actually I’m really comfortable, if you can believe it.” His tail swished with his words, his eyes closed with a hand rested on his stomach, trying his best to feel the presence tucked away safely within him. “…goodnight, Denki.” He murmured, turning on his side to finally get some rest.
“…goodnight, Mashi.” Denki replied, finding himself getting comfortable within the space, unorthodox as may be.