a/n: read 'Pentatonix Texts'- it's a collection of funny text between members, go read!
I flopped down onto his bed panting for air. I was shivering all over. "P-Please, no more." He scooped me up from the bed into his lap. I was so limp, he could pick me up like a rag doll.
"Come on," He began kissing my neck all over. "We're just getting started." He kissed my swollen lips passionately, sucking the life out of me. I kissed him back with all the energy I could.
I pulled away. "Can we take a quick break?" I breathlessly pleaded.
"Can't keep up?" He questioned me in a patronising tone. I nodded. "Ok, you can rest up." He laid me down on the bed. He walked over to his dresser for he brought something and a lighter.
He opened a window and leant out of it. There was a faint clicking of a lighter and he set something ablaze. Smoke from the outside entered the room. The smoke was thick and aromatic. It smelt weird but in a good way. "What are you doing?" I asked him curiously.
He turned to face me. I saw him holding something that looked almost like a cigarette. "Smoking," He answered bluntly. I looked at the lit object and then back at him. "Don't worry, it's not a cigarette. It's weed."
I nodded in reply. My gaze still remained on the blunt. I tried to stop looking but my eyes were fixed. He looked down at it and back at me. "You want to try?" I shook my head. He turned away and continued to smoke. The thought circled my mind endlessly. The urge to try something new tugged at me.
"A-Actually," I hesitantly spoke. He turned back to me. "I would like to try a little." He smirked at me. He walked over to me and sat on the bed. He lifted me up with his one free hand. He placed me on his lap. I looked into his eyes. His eyes were slight red. He had a tired but primal look in his blue eyes.
He smoked blunt and held the smoke in his mouth. He leant in to kiss me. As our lips connected, the smoke entered my mouth and into my lungs. The burning sensation felt like fire growing in my throat. But there was something that felt comforting about it. I felt lighter. Nothing weighed me down. My vision felt clearer. Everything around me looked beautiful. And the man in front of me was extremely irresistible.
We pulled away. I blew the smoke out right onto his face. A prideful smile hid behind the thick cloud. I started coughing at the burn in my throat. "Good?"
"Yeah." I responded in between coughs. "I think I'm ready to go again."
He smirked at me and put down his blunt. Our lips reconnected desperately. He held me tight and stood up. He put me down onto the bed. He walked over to his table and picked up a condom and lube.
He prepared himself and rejoined me on the bed. He pulled me closer and hovered over me. He leant up to my ear. "I'm going to make you scream." He whispered deep into my ear as his tip slid into me.
