Summary: A lazy morning of dry humping your best friend with benefits Bodhi while you're both still half asleep.
Warnings: Smut involving lazy morning sex, dry humping. Bodhi and reader are both aromantic.
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You wake up with Bodhi's thigh wedged between your own, your hips bucking into the touch without your conscious doing before you've even opened your eyes.
A soft moan slips from your lips, loud in the peaceful quiet of morning.
Bodhi's hair tickles the side of your face as he shifts with a sleepy groan, arms tightening around your back for a moment before relaxing again. Draped over him like his personal weighted blanket, you feel your best friend's erection poke your lower stomach.
This arrangement between you two has been going on for years now, ever since you were first-years. Your other friends sometimes ask what you'll do if either of you gets a partner, or imply that the two of you are secretly in love and should just admit it already. If they knew how often the both of you share a bed even on nights you don't fuck, or saw you cuddled up after sex, it would probably make them even less inclined to believe that the feelings between you are purely platonic.
They don't understand, can't fathom the idea of not feeling romantic attraction to anyone. In all fairness, you haven't made much effort to explain. It's no one's business but your own.
Cracking your eyes open, you're met with the gray dimness of very early morning, dark enough to tell you there's still some time left before you need to start the day — certainly long enough to get off before you get up.
Bodhi makes another little moan when you shift to press yourself harder against him. His hands slide to your hips, and you let him pull you a little further up his body so your crotch is flush with his. Even through both of your sleeping clothes, you can clearly feel the shape of his cock straining against its confines, hard and warm.
For a few minutes, you grind against each other with barely-there twitches of your hips, but as the heat flooding your body grows, it starts to outweigh your sleepiness, and you put more effort into your movements.
Soon you're flat out rutting against him, desperate and panting.
Bodhi tucks his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his groans and whimpers; your own is pressed against his shoulder. His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, aiding your movements, as his hips jerk up to meet each roll of yours.
The friction sends Bodhi over the edge first, back arching off the bed as he comes with a muffled curse. You keep grinding yourself against him, almost there yourself.
Just when the shudders wrecking Bodhi subside and he goes boneless beneath you, the heat in your own gut boils over, and you follow.
