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Robert doesn’t promote smoking. Actually, he doesn’t promote any vices. No drinking, no smoking, no drugs, no excessive sex, all the works. But no matter how much his team has made progress, trying to tell them to stop their vices—drinking in particular—is like trying to tell a baby not to cry when scraped. They’ll try to hold off on it but it’s impossible.
However, one learns how to navigate and lessen certain vices. Or trade one out for another if it helps. Which is why Robert bought a bag of weed from a sketchy dealer on the corner of his street.
Sonar has been sober from crack for five months. A hefty feat, one that the whole team is proud of him for. The withdrawals in the earlier months were terrible and though they’ve lessened it’s clear he still struggles with his urges and such. So, Robert will help him by redirecting him to weed. It’s legal. It’s safe (depending on who you buy it from), and is all around more acceptable to society than drugs.
“Although I’m a Harvard graduate I will concede to letting you teach me.” Sonar says, sitting on Robert’s couch.
The shift had ended early, giving Sonar time to go home and change into a hoodie and basketball shorts before driving here. Robert, being that it is his house, sat in an old pair of sweatpants and a shirt a size too small that’s meant to be thrown out (he keeps forgetting).
Robert rolls his eyes. “There’s no rocket science involved but there’s a few ways to get high like this.” He crushes the balls of weed in his crusher while he speaks. “Roll up like this, take an edible, bongs, patches, and weed vapes.” There were also pills or powder but he wasn’t going to tell Sonar that.
“Shit, okay. When are we gonna try all that stuff?” Sonar perks up.
Robert gives him a flat look. “I’m not going to be your weed garu. We can try edibles but for now we’re rolling up.” His fingers gently tap the crusher over the paper, letting enough fall before rolling the paper vertically.
“Are you like an expert in this shit?” Sonar asked.
Robert shrugged as he rolled up another blunt. “I’ve had my fair share of experience.” He answered. He won’t divulge too deeply into the stuff he did in his twenties, when being Mecha Man weighed as heavy as the suit and he needed anything to drown out the noise in his head.
“Okay, give me a lighter.” Robert holds out his hand and Sonar drops a lighter in it, too busy watching closely at what Robert does to make a quip.
Robert lights the end of the blunt and inhales from the other side, lets it sit in his mouth, settle in his lungs, before exhaling. “All you have to do is inhale, hold, and exhale.” He explained. “Like a cigarette. If you ever smoked one.” He holds out the blunt to Sonar. “Hold it like I’m holding it, it’s easier that way.”
Sonar clumsily takes hold of it and stares at the blunt for seconds, like he’s trying to hype himself up. Then he brings it to his mouth and inhales—except he inhales too deeply and ends up coughing. “Fuck man, what the fuck.” He hacks like a cat trying to throw up a hairball.
Robert chuckles, making the bat hybrid level him with a glare that doesn’t do much with how much he’s coughing. “Sorry, I meant to say go slow. Don’t inhale all at once, your lungs aren’t used to it.”
“Yeah, thanks for telling me now.” Sonar wheezes.
Robert takes the blunt from his hands and inhales, letting his muscles relax into the couch. It’s been a while since he let himself get high like this. He takes another hit and lets the fog slowly cloud his mind. “Fuck, that’s good.” He sighed, already melting into a puddle in his couch. He closes his eyes.
“Aren’t you suppose to be teaching me?” Sonar says, raising a brow at him.
Robert opens his eyes. “Shit, you’re right.” He sits back up. “Do you want to try again?”
“And hack out my lungs? Fuck no.” Sonar hisses. “Why don’t we just get a fucking edible?”
Robert sighs, “cause I didn’t buy edibles.”
“Oversight on your part.” Sonar scoffed, shrugging his shoulders.
Robert pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. An idea comes to mind, one that he wouldn’t usually entertain in his right mind. “Okay, how about shotgunning? You ever heard of that?” He asks.
“What the fuck is that? Don’t tell me we’re rolling up with a gun.” Sonar leaned back, disturbed.
Robert snorts. “No, definitely not.” He said quietly before continuing louder, “I’ll take a hit and then I’ll lean close to you so you’ll inhale it from my mouth rather than the joint.”
“Is that a sex thing? That sounds like a sex thing.” Sonar says, leaning in. “Which is cool, I’m all for sex things. Let’s do it.”
Robert squints his eyes. “It’s not not a sex thing.” He shakes his head. “Lean back.”
Sonar cleared his throat and leans back into the couch. His shoulders are tense and his fingers are tapping almost anxiously on his lap. When he notices Robert looking, he stops and folds them. “Sorry.” He mumbles.
Robert takes a hit from the blunt before leaning in close. “Open your mouth.” He says, his words strained from his effort to hold the smoke in. “Inhale slow.”
Sonar opens his mouth and Robert blows a steady stream of smoke in. This time, Sonar doesn’t cough or hack up. “Is that it? I barely felt it.” He says, his expression falling flat.
“It’s—you know what? Open your legs, I’ll sit in your lap.” Robert says.
Sonar blinks up. “Wait—what?” He lets out a small screech. “Oh—fuck okay.”
Robert climbs into his lap. He maneuvers his legs to sit either side of Sonar’s lap. “You don’t have to be so tense, dude.” Robert says.
Sonar mumbles something incoherent before his hands slid up to Robert’s hips. “Is that okay?” He asks, his voice strained.
“Yeah, it’s fine. It’s great for what we’re doing.” Robert replied. His hand gently grabbed Sonar’s chin. “Now do the same as before, okay? Go slow.”
Sonar gulped, his fingers tightened, digging into Robert’s hips. “Yeah, got it.”
Robert inhales, lets the smoke sit in his mouth, before leaning close, close enough to smell the weird floral scent from his breath. He blows the smoke in Sonar’s mouth and watches Sonar take it in. “That’s it, there we go.” He whispers.
“Shit.” Sonar whines, panting.
Robert hums. “Wanna go again?”
“Fuck yes.” Sonar says quickly before clearing his throat. “I mean—whatever.”
Robert cups Sonar’s cheek this time and leans in to exhale the smoke. He takes in Sonar’s dilated pupils and heavy breaths. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He asks quietly.
“So good.” Sonar shudders.
Robert’s mind is foggy but his brain still realizes the bulge digging into his thigh. He doesn’t pay it mind, he’s not a stranger to people being horny under the influence. Even he’s feeling that familiar needy ache in his pussy. It’s why he doesn’t get high often. “Let’s do it again.” He says, his voice low and husky.
“Should we—fuck.” Sonar grinds his hips up and groans. “Sorry.” He stops, his legs twitching with effort.
Robert swallows the whimper in his throat. He could already feel himself getting wet and Sonar grinding into him only makes it worse. “Shit.” He cursed.
Sonar’s nostrils flare and his breath hitches. “Do another?” Robert asks, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Sonar nodded, his eyes clouded.
When Robert takes another hit from the blunt, he shuffles around on Sonar’s lap. “Open.” He orders.
Sonar whines and opens his mouth, letting the smoke fill. “Just like that. You can take another, right? One more?” Robert smirks, tilting Sonar’s chin.
Sonar grinds up again, this time both him and Robert groan. “Sorry, I can’t really—” Sonar cuts himself off. Despite his apologies, he keeps rubbing against him, desperate and feverish like he can’t help himself. Like he can’t hold back any longer.
Robert should put a stop to this. The protest is at the tip of his tongue but it gets lost when Sonar decides to shove his own tongue down Robert’s throat. The kiss is hot, heady, and as desperate as their hips are rubbing into each other. He can feel his pussy getting wetter, it’s probably soaking his boxers right now.
Sonar breaks away from the kiss. “Fuck, I can smell you.” He blurted. Robert flushed in embarrassment, having forgotten that Sonar had enhanced sense of smell. He tried to move up but Sonar’s grip on his hips won’t allow him to. “Wait—sorry, I meant—um. Let me eat you out!”
Robert blinks back. “Uh.”
“Let me eat you out. I wanna taste you.” Sonar pleads, his hands slide down from his hips to his thighs. “You smell so fucking good. Fuck.”
Robert shudders but still protests half-heartedly. “I don’t know if we should—”
“Please, Robert? Just a taste, just—fuck, I’ll let you ride my face.” Sonar begs, nuzzling his face into Robert’s neck, his breath fanning over Robert’s skin. “I’ll make it so good, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“Shit. Okay, okay.” Robert agreed.
Sonar wasted no time in picking Robert up by his thighs and gently putting him down on the ground. Robert watched as he maneuvered himself to lay sideways on the couch. When he was finally comfortable, he looked expectantly at Robert.
“You wanna do it here?” Robert raised a brow.
Sonar gulped. “I’m going to be so honest when I say that I don’t have the physical capability in me to walk to your bed.”
Robert subconsciously squeezed his thighs together at his words. “Right, okay.” He huffed. His fingers pinched the bottom seam of his shirt to take it off with his pants and boxers following. He can feel Sonar eyeing him throughout him undressing but he doesn’t feel insecure under his gaze. Instead he feels wanted. Lusted after.
It’s doing wonders for his ego how desperate Sonar is.
The hybrid straightens up when Robert approaches him and shuffles a bit. Robert swings his legs to place on either side of Sonar’s lap but he doesn’t stay there, he moves up. When Robert moved up enough to sit on his chest, he hesitates. “You sure about this?”
“Please don’t be referring to your weight. Your scrawny ass isn’t gonna do much to me.” Sonar snorts.
Robert rolls his eyes. “I meant in general, fucker.”
“Do you need me to beg again? I will. I have no shame.” Sonar’s hands grip his thighs, urging him forward. “Come on, just a little closer, please.”
Well, fuck it. Robert placed his knees around Sonar’s head and lets himself drop on his opened mouth. “Oh shit.” He whimpered.
Sonar moaned as his tongue lapped up Robert’s pussy. “Shit, I knew you’d taste good.” He groaned. He pushed his tongue in, licking inside his walls.
Robert steadied himself with one hand on the couch and the other hand clutching Sonar’s fur. “Oh fuck. Oh—shit that’s good.” He panted. His walls clench over Sonar’s tongue, pulling a strained growl out of the hybrid.
Sonar removed his tongue and swirled the tip of it over Robert’s clit. “Ugh—shit.” Robert moaned, his thighs squeezed around Sonar’s head as he moved his hips, riding Sonar’s mouth.
He would’ve, if he wasn’t high, have been concerned about potentially suffocating him but his worries were unnecessary either way how enthusiastic Sonar was under him. He switched between circling his tongue over his clit and sticking it inside Robert, moaning and grunting as though he was also getting off.
When Robert starts to feel that familiar tug in his gut, he moves his hips faster. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He moans. His brain distantly acknowledges that it’s different this time. Belatedly, he realizes he feels like peeing.
Sonar clenched his thighs tightly, moving his tongue faster. “Shit, shit, shit—” Robert’s string of curses are cut off when a wave of pleasure crashes into him, his back arching into it. He gasps as a gush of liquid squirts over Sonar’s mouth. Sonar continues to move his tongue, more vigorously than before, lapping it up.
Robert whines and moves to sit on his chest, pushing Sonar’s insistent hands and tongue away. “Overstimulation, dude.” He pants.
Sonar licks around his mouth. “How long until you can go again?”
“Really?” Robert can barely catch his breath.
Sonar nods, eager for another taste. “One more time.” He adds. As if Robert couldn’t tell when he was lying. If Robert went one more round then Sonar would ask for another and another.
“Don’t you wanna—?” Robert’s question doesn’t finish when he turns around to see a wet spot in Sonar’s pants.
Sonar looks down at Robert’s pussy. “I came the moment you squirted over my mouth.” He licks his lips as though he could still taste him. “Can you do it again?”
“You’re going to kill me.” Robert sighed.
They did, in fact, do it again.