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“Alright, so just hold this part still while I heat it up…”
Hiro flicks his butane torch on, evenly heating the banger. He glances up at Byakuya, who’s sitting next to him with the, frankly, excessively large bong between his legs, holding it still as instructed. Byakuya stares back at him, his face unreadable.
“Y’know, I’m kinda surprised you wanted to do something like this. You’re so uptight and proper, Byakubabe—it doesn’t fit you,” Hiro snickers. Byakuya scoffs lightly and glances away.
“I heard it’s good for stress relief. Don’t go assuming this is going to be a regular activity for us. I’m merely using my resources to my benefit during midterms.”
Hiro snorts at that.
“You mean, smoking weed to de-stress after two weeks of academic hell? You don’t have to twist the words around to make yourself sound all powerful or whatever. It’s just the two of us.”
Hiro sits up to grab the neck of the bong and hold it.
“Inhale hard and keep breathing in until the smoke clears and the water starts to bubble. Don’t hold it in, though; that doesn’t actually do anything. You can just exhale the smoke.”
Byakuya leans in and presses his mouth against the bong, following Hiro’s instructions exactly. He’s trying to maintain a neutral expression, but after dating him for so long, Hiro can tell that he’s uncomfortable with the feeling. Once he’s done with the hit, Byakuya pulls away and exhales, then promptly begins coughing. Hiro sets the bong aside on the bed and quickly starts patting his back.
“Woah, you okay? I tried not to give you too big of a hit for your first time…”
Byakuya clears his throat and manages to catch his breath a moment later. He frowns and gags.
“It tastes and smells terrible.”
Hiro laughs, handing him a bottle of water from atop his nightstand. Byakuya sips at it eagerly.
“Really? I hardly notice. Do you feel any different?”
Recapping the water, Byakuya glances over at Hiro.
“Yes, I do. It’s… So strange. I’ve never felt something like this before.”
Hiro nods lightly.
“In a good way?”
Byakuya pauses as if he’s considering his words, then nods.
“Yes.”
Hiro smiles.
“Keep drinking the water. Cotton mouth hits hard when you’ve never smoked before.”
“Cotton mouth..?”
“Oh, weed can cause your mouth to get really dry. Somethin’ to do with the way the THC binds to your salivary glands, I think.”
Byakuya hums in response, then lays back on Hiro’s bed. Hiro leans over him with a laugh.
“How’re you doing, buddy?”
It takes his boyfriend a moment to respond.
“Fine. I feel… Floaty.”
Hiro nods, smile softening.
“The body high probably feels funny the first time, huh? Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.”
He moves the bong to the floor and flops down beside Byakuya, reaching down to take his hand gently. Byakuya allows it, having become more or less flaccid on the covers as he gazes up at the ceiling.
“So… What do you wanna do?”
“Huh?”
“Do you wanna do anything? I mean, I’m fine with just laying here talking, if you want, but we could also watch a movie or play a game or something.”
Byakuya blinks slowly as he processes Hiro’s words.
“I don’t have anything specific in mind,” he eventually replies. Hiro hums, tracing a small crack in the ceiling with his eyes.
“Mmkay. We can just hang out for now, then.”
“What do people usually talk about when they’re high?”
Hiro chortles at that.
“There’s no wrong way to be high, dude. Well, unless you have a bad trip, but I only gave you a baby hit, so you should be totally fine. Just relax.”
Byakuya makes a face. He’s not used to just relaxing. There’s always a right and a wrong way to do things, and Byakuya Togami does not make mistakes. He glances over as he hears Hiro sigh.
“Babe, you’re so tense. Seriously. Just try to chill out, okay? You’re allowed to, like, be a person. It’s just us.”
Byakuya huffs softly, willing his body to relax, but it’s not that easy. As much as he exudes effortless confidence, being the heir to the entire Togami family conglomerate and managing his own investments on top of going to college is pretty damn stressful. But Togami men don’t falter. They have no weaknesses. They’re destined to rule the world. From birth, Byakuya has been groomed to do nothing but be at the top of everything; infallible, untouchable, perfection. The type of person no commoner could ever hope to become. He’s proud to be the man who earned the right to inherit his family’s assets.
But it’s all so fucking exhausting. Can’t he have just one night where he’s allowed to be a normal 20-year-old man?
“I want another one.”
Hiro blinks at him.
“Another bong rip?”
Byakuya nods. Hiro raises a brow.
“Already? Are you sure?”
Another nod. The two men sit up, repeating the sequence from earlier. This time, however, instead of exhaling, Byakuya stares at Hiro.
“Dude, what are you doing? I told you, holding it doesn’t—”
Hiro’s cut off as Byakuya surges forward, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him. He hums urgently against Hiro’s lips, breathing the smoke into his mouth when he parts them. Hiro swallows it down, his eyelids falling shut. Though Hiro doesn’t really feel sexual attraction, he finds the act of sex to be physical pleasant, and damn if Byakuya doesn’t have soft lips.
They part a moment later, both panting softly. Hiro grins lazily at Byakuya.
“I didn’t know you were into shotgunning!”
Byakuya furrows his brows.
“What?”
“That’s what we just did, babe.”
Byakuya’s cheeks flush a faint pink and he looks away, adjusting his glasses.
“I just thought it might shut you up,” he insists. Hiro snickers.
“Riiiiight. And that’s why you’re sporting a half-chub?”
Byakuya squawks indignantly, crossing his legs.
“Shut up! I-It happened out of nowhere!”
Hiro shrugs, pulling Byakuya into his lap.
“It’s pretty common for weed to make people horny.”
Byakuya frowns.
“I didn’t know that could happen.”
He nods, rubbing Byakuya’s hips gently.
“Yeah, it’s part of the appeal for some people.”
Byakuya hums noncommittally, then falls silent. He gazes down at Hiro’s face. Though he finds his boyfriend to be quite handsome, he usually avoids looking at him for long periods of time, especially in public. He can’t have something as ridiculous as feelings getting in the way of his responsibilities, after all. Tonight, though… He and Hiro are alone, safe, with all the time in the world.
And so, Byakuya lets his eyes wander. He takes in Hiro’s deep umber skin, spotted with a few faint freckles and scruffy black facial hair, tracing up from his slightly-parted lips to his wide nose, pausing to gaze deeply into his mesmerizing golden-brown eyes. An uncharacteristically adoring sigh slips from Byakuya as he reaches up to cup Hiro’s cheek. Hiro stares back at him, his eyes wide and heart pounding. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows.
“Byakuya..? You’re, uh, staring.”
Byakuya blinks, sitting up straighter as if he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. His blush darkens.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to,” he mutters. Hiro shakes his head quickly.
“No, I don’t mind!”
Another moment passes as they stare into each other’s eyes. Then, Byakuya leans in to kiss Hiro again, reaching up to tangle his free hand in Hiro’s messy dreads. Hiro runs a hand up Byakuya’s shirt, causing him to shiver. He parts his lips as he allows Byakuya to set the pace. They continue to kiss lazily, their hands wandering over each other’s bodies with leisure.
“Hiro,” Byakuya sighs breathlessly against his lover’s lips. Hiro squeezes his hips again.
“Yeah?”
“Hiro, I…”
Byakuya swallows, struggling to voice his thoughts. He’s got the emotional intelligence of a rock, after all. Hiro waits patiently.
“I love you,” Byakuya finally mumbles. Hiro’s eyes widen—he’s said it before, sure, but Byakuya hasn’t. It’s always been left unsaid on his end.
“I love you, too,” Hiro replies in a whisper and pulls Byakuya into another deep kiss. Byakuya moans into his mouth, his hips twitching down against Hiro’s body. His cock strains visibly against his tight pants. Hiro bucks up against him in response, drawing a whine from his lips. Byakuya pulls away to urgently unbuckle his belt, his hands trembling slightly. Hiro shifts his position a little as he tugs his own pants and underwear down. If he were sober, Byakuya would have scoffed at the sight of those damn bikini briefs, Hiro’s terrible choice of favorite underwear, but he’s currently far too focused on freeing his own cock to care.
“Damn, baby, you’re really horny,” Hiro says as he watches Byakuya’s hard cock spring out of his underwear. Byakuya huffs breathlessly, grinding their dicks together.
“I-I had no idea being high felt like this,” Byakuya gasps out as he ruts against Hiro. Hiro chuckles, his breathing growing a little heavy, and arches his hips to rub against Byakuya.
“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate, baby,” he purrs. Whimpering, Byakuya grips Hiro’s shoulders tightly, and Hiro raises a brow. He flashes a devious grin.
“Wait, did you like that?”
Byakuya grits his teeth and grunts,
“Shut up, idiot.”
Hiro laughs off the insult, knowing it isn’t genuine.
“Hey, hey! Don’t you wanna be a good boy?”
Byakuya shudders, his face burning red with shame. He hides in Hiro’s chest. Their cocks continue to slide against each other haphazardly, lubricated with their precum.
“Huh, I wasn’t really expecting you to have a praise kink, but I can work with that,” Hiro muses.
“I don’t!”
Byakuya insists, his voice shaking in the least convincing way possible. Hiro chuckles breathily.
“Aw, you don’t gotta be shy around me! I really do think it’s cute. I think you’re cute.”
Byakuya buries his face in Hiro’s shirt, a sound somewhere between a whine and a growl escaping him, but he can’t hide the way that more precum dribbles from his tip at the praise. Hiro decides to double down, rubbing Byakuya’s sides adoringly.
“It’s okay, baby. Let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.”
Byakuya can’t stop himself from moaning out, his hips stuttering needily against Hiro’s, who groans softly in response.
“Mmh, that’s a good boy… Just like that.”
The room is soon filled with the sounds of their frottage; the sticky, slick movement of their cocks sliding against one another, their gasps, groans, and breathy curses. Byakuya mutters something as his dick twitches threateningly, pulling away. Confused, Hiro gazes down at him with his brows furrowed.
“I want to suck you off,” Byakuya admits, blushing up to his ears as he climbs off of his boyfriend. Hiro hurries to sit up at the edge of the bed, spreading his legs eagerly and watching Byakuya slip to his knees between them. He gently removes Byakuya’s glasses and sets them on his nightstand.
“Ah, wait.”
Byakuya blinks up at Hiro, unable to discern what his blurry hand is doing until the bottle of water from the nightstand is held up to him.
“Your mouth’s probably pretty dry still. Drink some water first!”
Now that he thinks about it, his mouth is really dry. Byakuya uncaps the bottle without hesitation and takes a few large gulps before handing it back to Hiro, who returns it to its spot on the nightstand. Byakuya takes a breath, then guides the tip of Hiro’s throbbing member into his mouth. Hiro sighs, resting his hand in Byakuya’s soft hair. Byakuya doesn’t blow him too often, so he needs a second to adjust as he slowly works his way up to deepthroating him.
“Fuck,” he gasps as the tip of his cock hits the back of Byakuya’s throat. Though he can’t see Hiro’s face clearly, Byakuya gazes up at him as he begins to carefully bob his head.
“God, babe, you’re so hot,” Hiro mutters as he watches his cock disappear between Byakuya’s lips. Byakuya whines against his shaft, causing him to groan.
“Taking my dick like you were made for it. God damn. I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep this up.”
Byakuya flutters his eyelashes at Hiro and starts bobbing his head faster. Hiro grunts, reflexively tugging Byakuya’s hair. Byakuya’s eyes widen as he mewls against Hiro, his hips jerking upward into the air. Hiro gives him a wobbly smirk, fighting back the urge to come.
“Wow, you’re so desperate to please that you can’t even be a brat. That’s okay, though. I like good boys better.”
Byakuya squirms and squeezes his eyes shut as drool dribbles down his chin. Hiro doesn’t relent.
“Yeah, just like that, baby. Keep those pretty lips wrapped tight around my cock where they belong. Such a good little slut for me.”
Byakuya moans around Hiro’s cock, grinding against the floor awkwardly. He’s so fucking close.
“Go ahead. Be a good boy and come all over my carpet. Make a nice big mess for me. You know you want to.”
His crystal blue eyes roll back into his head as he comes hard, shaking and whining loudly. Hiro tugs him down until his nose is pressed into his wiry pubes, grunting as he comes down his throat. He holds Byakuya there until he’s completely done, then finally lets go. Byakuya pulls away with a gasp, panting. He reaches up to wipe his mouth shakily.
“You okay?”
Hiro asks, offering his glasses and the water bottle again. Byakuya nods as he slips his glasses back on.
“Yes… I just need a second. Oh my God. I’ve never come that hard before.”
Hiro laughs.
“I figured. Guess we learned a couple new things tonight, huh?”
Byakuya snorts, pausing to take another sip of water before he responds.
“I’d say so.”
Hiro wipes his cock off with a tissue before tucking it back into his underwear, then helping Byakuya up onto the bed.
“I dunno about you, but I’m pooped! For serious!”
Byakuya rolls his eyes as he zips his pants back up and buckles his belt.
“You hardly did anything.”
Hiro gawks, feigning offense.
“I did so! I lit the bowl! And I pulled your hair a little!”
“Right, of course. My apologies,” Byakuya replies sardonically. Before Hiro can continue the conversation, Byakuya climbs into his lap again, nuzzling up to his chest.
“Put something on for us to watch. I don’t care what, so long as it’s not unbearably stupid.”
Hiro chuckles, grabbing his laptop and balancing it on his legs so they can both clearly see the screen.
“You got it, Byakuyamins!”
Byakuya sighs contently. Hiro smiles down at him.
“So, did that help you decompress a little?”