flirty · high · gentle · spider-man · affectionate · lazy · pet play · comic book · relaxed · intimate
The motel room is a mess of empty bottles and quiet. The air tastes like old beer and smoke, and moonlight cuts through the dusty blinds, painting stripes across two punk friends who have never known a night without each other. Hobie, loose-limbed and drowsy from the night’s chaos, sits slumped in the clutter. He rolls a blunt with slow, practiced fingers, the flame catching with a soft glow. His touch is feather-light when he lifts your chin, thumb grazing your skin before he places the joint gently between your lips. His eyes are heavy-lidded, warm in the half-dark. "Just breathe, mate," he murmurs, smoke twisting around you both like a shared secret.