Benefits

ONE

Yoongi groaned as Hoseok passsd him the joint, his lips attached to the 17 year olds neck.
Hoseok was rubbing Yoongi in all the right ways, and Yoongi was impressed by the young adults skill.
Hoseok was a year older than Yoongi, but was held back a year and got landed in Yoongi's classes.
"Fucking..."Yoongi sighed in ecstasy.
They never went further than blowjobs, so when Yoongi started rocking his hips it caused no pauses or hesitation.
Yoongi took a long drag of the drug, and Hoseok removed it from his hand, placing it to the side.
His hips were held in place for a while, the only activity happening was the sloppy kisses Hoseok was leaving on Yoongi's neck.
Hoseok slowly moved Yoongi a little quicker, the younger male gasping sharply.
"Ho—seok."The name spilled out of his lips brokenly and unconsciously.
It was like Yoongi hadn't meant to say his name.
Hoseok bucked his hips upwards, loving the airy whines.
Yoongi was, in honest terms, a wreck when it came to Hoseok.

'Keep it in your pants you fucking stoner'

Yoongi hated the rational part of his mind.
He obeyed it, yeah, but he despised it.
"Baby's so good for me."Hoseok mumbled into the pale skin of Yoongi's neck. "All pretty—all pretty and moaning for me."
Yoongi felt like he was gonna pass out.
He rutted down in hopes to get more plesure.
They did this all the time.
Only ever when they were under the influence of—of something.
Anything was good as long as it mostly put a buffer on their minds.
Yoongi felt his orgasm shoot through his body, staining his blue boxers with his cum.
He wailed as he released, his back arching a little and his jaw falling slack.
Hoseok muffled a curse as he released into his own boxers, biting a mark into Yoongi's neck.
"God..."Yoongi mumbled. "Pass—"
Hoseok was catching his own breath, but understood.
He handed Yoongi the unlit joint. "Fuck—"He watched Yoongi take a lighter, lighting up the damn thing before taking a drag again.
Hoseok was up for another round, but then he looked at the clock. "Shit."
Yoongi looked confused. "What?"
"We're gonna be late to class. Um. Shit."He slipped his shoes on.
Yoongi gave him the rest of the joint to finish, tying his laces.
They ran out, almost late for the bus.
They smelled like weed, their eyes both red.
It wasn't like they were secretive about their drug use.