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"It's really warm in here," Shouta comments as he lays on their bed, watching his boyfriend break up flower into the pipe.
"Well it's about to get warmer, babe so make yourself comfortable."
The eraser hero huffed and decided to kick his sweatpants off. It was easier than getting up to mess with the thermostat.
Hizashi gave a quiet laugh at his laziness and turned towards the other, offering up a lighter with cats on it. "You want greens while I queue up some jams?"
"I guess, " Shouta sighs out teasingly as he sits up to take the piece.
He props himself up against the pillows and brings the pipe to his lips. It's a pretty, black blown glass pipe with some yellow stripes. It was still mostly translucent though, so Shouta could see it fill with smoke as he touched the flame to the green leaves.
He bobbed his head a bit while he took a deep breath in and sucked in a short breath after pulling away. Shouta waited for Hizashi to plop down in front of him to let his hit out in his direction.
"You're gonna love this playlist. " Hizashi says as he takes the pipe from Shouta and takes his own hit. He tilts his head back and grins, letting the pale smoke spill out of his mouth. "I adjusted it since last time since you were really only into the chill songs."
Shouta hummed in response. He focuses on the music coming from Hizashis stereo system while he takes his next puff.
He recognises this song. He mouths along to the words with his exhale, grey clouding around him, a soft haze settling over the room.
They pass the pipe back and forth a bit more in silence before Hizashi breaks it. "You're so pretty, baby."
Shouta snorts and gives the other an unimpressed look because he lost his hit.
"I'm serious! -" Hizashi says gesturing as much as he can in his position. He's laying on the bed with just his shoulders propped up against the wall. Slumped and uncomfortable but too focused on the perfect angle he's got on his boyfriend. "You're like, ethereal with all the smoke drifting around you. And the no pants look is a really good one on you."
Shouta lets out a quiet little chuckle. He can feel the bass of the current song in his chest and his mind is beginning the fuzzy, relaxed incline of his growing high.
So he's amused and flattered by his boyfriend. Sue him.
He takes a hit crawls towards the blond, leans close enough for their lips to brush. Hizashi instinctually opens his mouth to steal the smoke from the others' mouth.
"Sure. You must be pretty high if you're already waxing poetic."
Hizashi stares at him through half lidded eyes and speaks the smoke back out. "High on you, kitten." The smoke, rough against his vocal chords makes his tone just that much deeper and the words all the more distracting.
When Shouta presses the piece into the voice hero's hands they both sit up a little straighter. Hizashi sits up so that he's sitting instead of laying down while he takes his hit. Shouta has his legs tucked under himself and lingers in the blonds space.
The room keeps growing hazier and Shouta's limbs feel heavy. He wonders if the other is feeling the same as he stares at him through glassy eyes.
Hizashi gently grabs Shouta by the chin and presses their lips together. Shouta barely remembers to breathe the smoke being blown into his mouth.
When they pull apart, framed by grey wisps, Shouta feels like he's suddenly much higher. He takes the pipe back anyways and straddles the other mans lap. He breathes in the smoke fast, not completely clearing it before he's pressing his mouth against Hizashi's.
There's still smoke drifting prettily from the pipe.
The intention is clear when Shouta presses his tongue against his boyfriend's that their open mouths are less than focused on shotgunning. The smoke clouds between their faces as the kiss easily develops into languid making out.
Hizashi is quick to bring his hands to Shouta's thighs. He stops just long enough to place his glasses and the pipe on the night stand.
He's exploring Shouta's mouth soft and slow. He can feel the blond smiling into the kiss and he can't help the tiny moan he gasps out.
Hizashi messages up and down Shouta's thighs in firm strokes. Shouta buries his hands in blond hair. Hope the touch feels like sparks for Hizashi too.
When Hizashi grips his ass and grinds up into him, Shouta can't help but follow along to the slow rhythm of the song on the stereo.
Shouta keeps moaning louder into his boyfriends mouth but he can't bring his drug addled mind to care about feeling embarrassed. Besides, if the blonds increased urgency in trying to push against Shouta is anything to go by, he doesn't mind.
Every point of contact feels like the only thing keeping him grounded and everywhere Hizashi touches on him feels like static.
Hizashi's hands are creeping up to his hips, pushing the others shirt up at a steady pace and Shouta takes that as the cue to break the kiss.
Once his shirt is pulled over his head, Hizashi takes a moment to just stare at the sight before him. His boyfriend panting and grinding just the slightest in his lap.
"Babe, holy shit." Hizashi says sounding breathless. "You're so pretty, kitten."
Shouta feels his whole face go warm but he focuses on pulling as the other's shirt. Hizashi pulls it off himself before rolling Shouta onto his back.
Pressed into the soft warmth of the bed, Shouta feels like he's floating. Hizashi has all the leverage now and he's totally grinding between his legs to the rhythm of the song. He isn't sure how many have passed but they all sound great accompanied by Hizashi's soft grunts.
Shouta whines when the blond sits up, but he's still got Shouta's hips pressed to his. The eraser hero pulls at the comforter under him out of frustration when all he gets in response is a slow rock from his boyfriend.
Hizashi reaches to the night stand and takes one last hit from above the other. Shouta is momentarily distracted by the lazy smile and the bob of his Adams apple.
When Hizashi sets the pipe back down he grabs something else but Shouta's attention span is gone and the hungry look in his boyfriends eyes when he leans down is much more pressing.
Shouta gasps in the smoke blown in his face and moans it back out because Hizashi is kissing and biting at his neck and gripping his thighs and grinding against him and he can feel multiple hickeys forming in the blonds wake but you couldn't pay him to stop. All Shouta can think to do is claw at his boyfriends shoulders as he trails bruises down his chest.
Hizashi gives a sudden thrust and sucks a harsh gasp against Shouta's twitching stomach muscles when he scratches particularly hard.
By the time Hizashi is sucking marks into Shouta's thighs, he's restless and needy. "Hizashi! " Shouta tries to sound grumpy but he just sounds winded and gruff to his own ears.
Not that he has time to think about it because a groan is forcing it's way out of Shouta's mouth. "Yes, kitten? " Hizashi purrs against his boxers after mouthing an obscene wet spot on his clothed dick.
Shouta is too high to deal with the smug and annoyingly hot can't-get-enough look Hizashi was gazing up at him with. He let's out a frustrated moan and buries his hands in blond locks and just tugs in hopes to get his point across.
He sighs in relief Hizashi pulls his boxers off and clamps his thighs around the blond head when he finally wraps his mouth against his dick. Shouta tightens his fists in the others hair when he starts to bob his head and matches the moan he feels on him in response.
As the other man continues to work him over, Shouta can't help how he pants and moans into the dense air. He can feel the bass of the song in his bones and the weed is making him feel everything on just the right side of too much.
Shouta jolts when he feels a lubed finger press at him. He barely registers the playful look in the others eyes before the finger is pressing into him making him gasp and yank on Hizashi's hair.
"Holy shit, " Shouta gasps out. He can't get any leverage with his legs thrown over Hizashi's shoulders but apparently that doesn't stop him from trying to press down further onto the other mans fingers.
Hizashi's unoccupied hand disappears from roving over Shouta's thigh to rub at himself as he works a second finger into his boyfriend.
Shouta feels like an electric shock zips up his spine when the blond hums a bit of his quirk against his dick right as his fingers find his prostate. It's a testament to his control that he didn't cum immediately.
He is, however, letting out a stream of swears and writhing in place because Hizashi seems satisfied to keep that combo going for awhile.
"'Zashi-" Shouta gasps "-'m gonna! "
The blond raises an eyebrow in challenge and takes Shouta's dick further into his mouth and he's done for. Shouta's whole body siezes up before going limp, his orgasm ripples through him and he's still high enough to feel it echo in his toes.
Hizashi pops his head up from between his boyfriends thighs with far too much energy.
Shouta watches as his boyfriend divolves into a fit of giggles, holding his messy hands out in front of him, and can't help but to laugh along with him.
"What? "Shouta asks curiously when Hizashi returns from washing his hands.
The voice hero looks all to pleased with himself. "I've got the munchies!" He responds, a smile splitting his face.
Shouta hums as the blond throws himself next to him and pulls the other close. "Me too." He's not super high anymore, more sleepy than anything. Except he's still got a pleasant little buzz going and he could definitely go for a snack. Still, he fails to see the humor. "So?"
Hizashi is shaking with unshed laughter when he responds, "Eating out didn't help."
There's a long pause of Shouta processing and Hizashi waiting before they both burst into laughter.
"That's not even funny! That was stupid! " Shouta says between quiet huffs.
"And yet, you laugh," Hizashi giggles.
"Whatever, I'm high. It's not funny. Let's get food." Shouta rolls to face the Hizashi while the blond rubs his hip with a fond smile.
"Good idea. Pizza? "
"Mm. Yes. You order it. " Shouta mumbles as he gets comfortable.
"Of course, dear."