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"I gave Felix some of our sativa yesterday to put in his brownies. Shit was delicious."
Chan stared at the ceiling, hands dangling off the edge of the bed. "How did he fall for that one?" Chan sat up to take another hit before dropping his tired body back down on the mattress.
"He didn't really ask. I told him it was vitamins and he didn't give me a second thought." Yeah...because weed has a lot of resemblance to vitamins.
"Anyways, I got another tattoo." He reached over and plucked the blunt from his lips, taking one drag before putting it out. "Wanna see?" Chan nodded, sitting up and leaning his back against the wall.
"Another one? You're gonna be so inked that no one will be able to recognize you soon."
Changbin rolled his eyes, "You like them though." Be as it may, he had no right to call Chan out like that.
"Yeah whatever."
Changbin stood in front of the older and placed his hands underneath his thick hoodie. He lifted one arm and pulled it over his head. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips showing off his toned stomach. "What? You got another one on your back?"
He shook his head "nope!"
Chan was already starting to sweat, the front view alone was enough for him to avert his eyes.Changbin teasingly traced a hand down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his sweats.
'Oh. My. Fuck.'
At this point Chan was sure he was going to have to take a trip to the hospital. The younger tugged on his pants a few times before pulling them off as well.
Jesus Christ-
"It's awesome right?"
It was a large tattoo that wrapped itself around the entirety of his thighs. A dragon design with a bunch of flowers on it. There were a lot of colors that caught Chan's eyes. "Y-yeah it's uh....Really cool."
Changbin dropped himself onto the two seater couch in his room, legs spreading out of habit. "You could touch it If you want." He rested his arms on the back of the chair.
"Sure...I guess."
Chan pulled himself from the bed and made his way to the male. "Why not?"
He had the option to sit besides Changbin and examine the tattoo or stay standing and do the same thing but yet-
Chan chose to drop himself to his knees, in front of Changbin's spread legs. "It's really pretty." He lifted a finger, tracing a few lines of the tattoo. He refused to make eye contact with him just for the fact that Chan didn't want to make himself more embarrassed than he already was.
He was very vocal when he's high and Chan sure as hell didn't want to say anything he might regret. Changbin wasn't any different, he'd say anything and everything whenever his head was so clear.
"Yeah, took me a few hours." Changbin watched him, decorated nails running across his thigh. After a minute or so of Chan playing around, his eyes jumped up to the very obvious tent in the male's boxers.
"Oh!"
He jumped back, falling onto his ass.
"I...Changbin you're uh."
The male's head tilted then followed the direction of where Chan was pointing. "Not my fault, it's reflex whenever a girl's on her knees like this." He gestured to the older in front of him.
Changbin did always get hard an hour later after smoking. Chan wasn't sure what the fuck that was about it - he got hungry himself so that was a bit odd.
"Well...I'm not a girl."
"You're pretty like one."
"Thank...you?" Was that a compliment? Chan wasn't sure but he took it as one anyway.
Changbin wasn't exactly calling him a girl but his compliment just didn't come out the way he wanted to. He was good looking- let's leave it at that.
"Soo..." Changbin reached out and clasped a hand onto the back of Chan's neck. Bringing him closer. "Do a bro a solid?"
Chan wasn't dumb, he knew what he was insinuating - still had to ask and make sure though. "W-What exactly...d-do you want me to...?" Changbin slumped back onto the back of the couch.
"Suck me off?"
Welp, couldn't have been more blunt than THAT.
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