Jin tapped the bottom of his lighter into the filled bowl, packing in the uniquely scented plant. He brought the mouthpiece his lips, his eyes watching the flame from the lighter ignite the substance. It crackled and sizzled as he inhaled slowly, the smoke filling his lungs, the taste dancing on his tongue. He removed his thumb from the carburetor and pulled the rest of the smoke through, a cough threatening to escape. Jin held it in though, and somehow Hoseok found this so ing hot . Not only did Hoseok love the way it made Jin taste, but the way Jin's lips stuck to the mouthpiece when he pulled it away was almost too much to handle. When Hoseok had the bowl passed back to him, he opted to place it on the table, wanting to put something else to his lips at the moment. He grinned and gestured for his lover to come to him, his eyebrow quirking. Jin chuckled as he leaned in to press his lips to Hoseok's, his tongue just barely brushing over his bottom lip. Every time Jin kissed him, Hoseok figured he could give up smoking because god damn he sends him to outer space with just a single touch. He huffed when Jin pulled away, his bottom lip jutting out quickly.

"I have a surprise," Jin explained, his voice heavy as his high slowly set in. He pet Hoseok on the head before getting up to disappear into the bedroom. Normally, Hoseok would have followed but it was some good ing and Hoseok couldn't tell his from his elbow at the moment. It didn’t take long for Jin to return, just a few minutes though Hoseok would argue it had been hours.  The older boy said nothing as he sat down, quickly picking up the bowl for his next hit. His eyes focused on Hoseok, enjoying that he couldn’t quite seem to pull his eyes away from how Jin’s lips pressed against the glass. Deep inhale, hold, exhale. Hoseok lazily brought his hand up to receive the piece back, but instead a small remote was placed into his hand. He stared at it, trying to figure out what exactly it was. They had just bought a TV, so he was sure it wasn’t for that--that and it was way too small to be for something like that. He shot Jin a curious look but all he responded with was a nod and a mumbled press the button .

Hoseok obliged as he looked the small remote over. It only had 3 buttons, almost similar to the power, volume, and channel buttons on a TV remote. He hit the top one, nothing happened. He quirked his head at Jin, who shifted his position. Jin nodded and insisted he keep pressing buttons. That’s exactly what Hoseok did. He pressed the ‘up’ button on the left side a few times, and the ‘up’ button on the right side a few more than the left. He was so focused on what it was affecting, looking around the room, that what he didn’t notice was Jin’s white knuckle grip on the coffee table or the small gasps that left his mouth each time a button was pressed. Unable to see any results, Hoseok just kept hitting the button on the right side. He finally turned to Jin to ask what it was supposed to control, but his words escaped him as he caught the look on the older’s face. His eyes were shut, his head tossed back and bottom lip between his teeth. Jin’s body rocked, as if he were looking for something,anything to rock against. Hoseok’s confused gaze turned playful. He traded the remote for the bowl, watching Jin as he took a slow hit, the fire from the lighters dancing around chamber. The smoke released from his nose followed by a pleading moan from Hoseok’s lips.

“Hyung, you look hot, should I get you some water?” he teased, scooting closer. His fingers tapped against Jin’s thighs, slowly climbing their way up. A small slew of unintelligible curses fell into the air. With Jin’s head tilted back, Hoseok couldn’t help but to admire the area of Jin he loved most, the area he was dying to cover in black and blue, maybe even some shades of purple, marks. Hoseok’s fingers flitted their way under Jin’s shirt, delicately touching his soft skin before catching his perky buds in between his pointer fingers and thumbs. Jin’s back arched at the sudden contact, Hoseok’s fingers were cold and it sent shocks through his body. The room was quickly filled with soft pants and breathy pleadings for release. Hoseok grinned as he undressed the other, taking his time and making sure his hands accidentally brushed over any part of Jin. Watching him rock back and forth was making Hoseok impatient, he wanted to know exactly what that remote controlled. Once he had Jin sprawled out in front of him, only left in his boxers, Hoseok could finally hear a faint buzz. He reached over and hit both of the ‘up’ buttons again, cause Jin to damn near sob. Watching the other writhe on the floor drove Hoseok up a wall, the sight giving him a better high than weed ever could. His hands danced all over Jin’s body, paying close attention to where his thighs met his hips--Hoseok knew that was where Jin was most sensitive. As Jin continued to beg for Hoseok to take him, he didn’t oblige. Instead, Hoseok took a few more hits, blowing soft clouds over Jin’s torso. Every so often, he’d leave kisses or a pretty red mark.

Hoseok decided it was time to give him what he was so desperately begging for and stripped him of his boxers. His eyebrows raised when he saw a pink cage-like contraption around Jin’s . It was vibrating in a wave pattern and Hoseok couldn’t help but to stare in amazement, mostly because he wouldn’t have been able to last this long had he been the one wearing it. He groaned and leaned down to pepper wet kisses all around Jin’s hips, ignoring the hands that tried to push his head elsewhere. Amused giggles and hushed praises were poured against Jin’s skin as Hoseok gently massaged the soft pink sack that rested at the base of his . Jin cursed yet again, leaning up on his elbows to watch Hoseok, begging him to just  him already . He was hushed by long, slender fingers being pressed against his lips, beckoning to enter. Jin’s pink tongue wrapped around the fingers, pulling them into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around them, soaking them as much as he could before Hoseok took them back with a murmured ‘good boy’. Jin was about to argue but his words were immediately changed to gasps and sobs as Hoseok took no time to press his fingers against the older’s fluttering heat. He paused only for a moment, eyeing Jin as he eagerly pressed down against his fingers. Hoseok cooed something about how Jin looked like such a delicate flower, blossoming into his uality, before pushing his fingers inside. One knuckle, base, second finger, knuckles, base. Hoseok chewed on his bottom lip as Jin writhed and begged, panted and cursed. It didn’t take long before Hoseok had a steady rhythm going, but he could see Jin was ready to lose it at any moment. His fingers twisted and worked themselves against the walls of the other, purposely avoiding the sweet spot that Jin was begging for him to hit.

“Say it,” Hoseok demanded.

“N-No,”

“Say it or I stop.”

“ you.”

“Alright then,” Hoseok pouted, slowly pulling his fingers out.

“, Hoseok,” Jin whined.

“Say it,” he commanded again, pushing his fingers back into the other, aiming for the exact spot that he knew would send Jin over the moon.

“Oppa!” Jin screamed, his whole body practically convulsing as he released. Hoseok had a smug grin on his face as he watched Jin , forever fascinated by his beauty in the moment. He helped Jin ride through his , and as courtesy, also helped him clean up.

“Shut up,” Jin grimaced, wanting to smack the smile from Hoseok’s face. “Next time, it’s your turn.”