100 Theme Challenge #35

35. Relaxation

White smoke escaped his mouth, grey eyes watching it climb up to the ceiling where it expanded and disappeared. He took another long drag and exhaled slowly before giving it to the man beside him. Their fingers grazed each other, and the other hung unto them a he used his free hand to hold the cigarette.

Christian turned his head to look at him, the way his pouty lips wrapped around the small stick, his long lashes flickering and almost touching his high cheekbones. He realized he was gazing when Dorian turned his pretty eyes at him and muttered an annoyed "What?"

"Nothing, just… daydreaming."

Dorian snorted. "Sure. You want some more?"

Christian shook his head. His mind was already cloudy as it was.

"Tell me what you're thinking about, cutie," he insisted.

"I'm not cute." Dorian rolled his eyes at that. "And I was just enjoying the moment." He tightened his grip on Dorian's hand for a moment, which earned him a breathtaking smile.

"You are so cute," he insisted, pushing his head forward to press a kiss against his cheek.

"Shut up," Christian chuckled, still nuzzling their nose together. He took the forgotten smoke and stole a puff, slowly exhaling right in Dorian's face, then smiled cheekily and yelped when the other rolled on the bed to straddle his hips. Long, lean expanse of golden skin. He leaned down and captured the cigarette still between Christian's hands whose insides grew warmer to the intense way Dorian looked at him. He sat back on Christian's legs, having no shame of his body, the exact opposite of him. He grumbled and shift for he was also exposed to the other's gaze.

"You'd think after fucking me the way you did, you wouldn't try to hide from me, punk."

A laugh escaped him. He cupped the back of his head and brought him down for a long kiss.

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