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Fucking HELL okay yeah Iâve just been screaming, you just gotta bring in my favorite boy and my intox kink like that
Shotgunning With Jean Loo
The bathroom was dark, illuminated by a small colorful lamp you had brought into the room specifically for tonight. Ambience, you thought.
The room was already smoky from the couple hits you had each taken.
You had a decent tolerance; smoking was a hobby. Your eyes were feeling a bit heavy, your stomach a bit empty, and the world was starting to feel slow in that usual odd, comforting way.
Jean Loo hadnât been a smoker too long. He had tried weed before, but he didnât smoke regularly until you decided to invite him. His tolerance wasnât low, but it was lower than yours.
Jean Loo was sitting on the floor leaning against the side of the bathtub, you perched in his lap. You raised your head to look at him. His eyes were red, and you could tell he was feeling it.
He mustâve thought it wasnât enough though, because he raised his hand in a gesture that meant, âAnother.â You let out a breathy laugh. You werenât here to be responsible so you just shrugged and grabbed the pipe you had set to your side.
Quickly, expertly, you lit the bowl for him and handed it over. You didnât look away when he breathed in the smoke, you never did. Couldnât help it, boys looked hot getting high, thatâs not your fault.
After several seconds, a long hit for him, he pulled back the pipe and set it to the side, holding in the smoke, letting it sit. He looked up, making eye contact. For just a moment, he was still. You cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
âYou good, Lil Crapper?â
He responded by gently grabbing your chin and pulling you into a tender kiss. You hummed a bit in surprised, but you didnât pull away. He deepened the kiss when you didnât move, and he began to exhale into your mouth
Jean Loo normally wasnât this bold. The smoke was definitely going to his head. You werenât complaining.
You allowed the warmth of the smoke to fill your mouth and lungs as you inhaled, hand on his chest to steady yourself.
After a moment, Jean pulled back, placing his forehead to yours, panting. You let out what he had given you and chuckled.
âFucking hell, Jean. What was that? Shotgunning me like youâre some kind of pro?"
He shrugged, a cocky smile on his lips, a multitude of colors from the lamp playing on his handsome face. âEh. Jean Loo is getting the hang of it.â
You grabbed the pipe from the side again with a wicked smile, knowing you were gonna make sure he couldnât feel his face by the end of the night.
He watched you grab the pipe.
âNot satisfied, mon cherie?â