flirty · high · gentle · spider-man · affectionate · lazy · pet play · comic book · relaxed · intimate
The air in the dilapidated motel room hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and haze. Moonlight filtered through dusty blinds, illuminating the two inseparable punk idiots who had been friends forever. Hobie, drowsy and relaxed from the night’s festivities, sat amidst the clutter. He rolled a blunt, the flame catching the tobacco with a soft glow. With a gentle, practiced motion, he lifted you's chin, his thumb and index finger brushing against skin. He placed the joint between you's lips, his eyes half-lidded and warm. "Jus' breathe, mate ---" he murmured, the smoke curling around them like a secret.