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Megumi usually did it alone.
Usually being the key word and now he is sitting on his bed with Yuuji in front of him.
Megumi's mind is far too hazy for this. He is a bit high but still coherent enough to take the situation in front of him.
Of course Yuuji isn't one to pass this 'weird' activity. Had demanded Megumi to teach him the city boy way and honestly Megumi didn't have the energy to refuse him.
"It's easy," Megumi says. "When I breathe out, you breathe in. Slowly."
Yuuji eyes the materials in front of them, his cheeks flush a pretty pink and Megumi's unsure of why he's flushed so red but at least he looks good like that.
It only takes Megumi a little while longer to realize it might be because he's half naked.
His shirt thrown off somewhere in his room. Plus the heat didn't help at all which is why he forgo the shirt in the first place.
"You said that earlier. You said it'd be easy," Yuuji complains.
Technically yes, they did a test run earlier and Yuuji turned into a coughing fit. His inexperienced lungs unable to consume the smoke properly.
Megumi's eyes darken a little as he easily replies, his words slurring a little. "You'll get the hang of it. Just remember to hold your breath."
Yuuji obediently nods, keeping his light brown eyes on Megumi as he wraps his lip around the joint. The black haired boy takes a deep drag of the joint, his chest expanding.
Yuuji's eyes following his lip as Megumi inhales, holding the smoke in his lungs. The pink haired boy can't keep his eyes from tracing down to Megumi's define abs, the muscles jolting with every inhale. He's so distracted that he didn't even notice Megumi closing in until the taller boy grabs him by the chin, pulling him in to press their mouths together.
Their lips slotted together so perfectly. Yuuji immediately relaxes, closing his eyes and parting his own lip in order to let the acrid smoke spill down his throat.
Megumi gently strokes Yuuji's red warm cheeks. The pink haired boy shuddering and shaking as he continues to inhale the smoke from Megumi's mouth.
It burns all the way down, but Yuuji greedily accepts it all, can feel the smoke filling up his lungs and when Yuuji opens his eyes, they're glossy and wet with tears.
"Don't cough," Megumi murmurs against his lips, his fingers still gripping Yuuji's chin. He turns away from Yuuji once he exhales all the smoke in his mouth. Megumi continues, keeping his eyes on Yuuji. "It'll be worse if you cough."
Yuuji can't help the small cough that threatens to spill out of his chest.
He barely manages to hold it back, it's a small internal battle. But Yuuji manages to hold it back until it's just a small ticking sensation in the back of his throat.
Then he parts his lip.
Small clouds of smoke escaping from his mouth. Yuuji blinking curiously because this is smoke that had gone through Megumi's lungs then his lungs.
Smoke that went through two sets of lungs, now hung heavy in the air in front of him.
Megumi reaches for his joint again, taking another deep inhale, before he pulls Yuuji in again, pausing just as their lips brush together.
Yuuji parts his lips instinctively, anticipating and Megumi commands, voice straining, “breathe in.”
Yuuji nods, closing his eyes automatically as their lips reconnect for the third time. Megumi starts to release the smoke into Yuuji's parted mouth, letting the pink haired boy inhale it all once again.
The musky warmth fills Yuuji's mouth, prickling past his throat to curl fuzzily in his chest. Megumi stops when he feels Yuuji start to struggle, can antipicate that Yuuji's lungs is starting to become uncomfortable with the amount of smoke he is passing on.
“Let it out,” Megumi says.
Yuuji turns to let the smoke out, more little clouds of smoke escaping his mouth. Yuuji whines softly, feeling his mind go fuzzy
“Again?” Yuuji asks in an excited tone, the first attempt had been bad. This one and the previous one went better than he expected.
It feels good.
Megumi offers him a lazy curl of his lip, eyes slotting into half-moons. Megumi brings the joint back to his mouth, inhaling as deep as possible, keeping his eyes locked on Yuuji.
Still presenting a pretty sight to Megumi. Though his hair is a lot messier than it had been earlier and Megumi finds that it suits Yuuji just fine.
Barely a couple of seconds passes before Megumi taps Yuuji on the shoulder and kisses him again.
Yuuji eagerly accepts it, almost welcomes it.
Yuuji inhales another mouthful of smoke, thick and strong and the descend down burns. A pleasant kind of burn.
Yuuji can feel the room tilting, can feel his mind start to wander, and altogether he feels dizzy and he doesn't think it's because of the weed, he can't possibly be high yet.
Not when this is only his fourth time inhaling the smoke.
"Am I high?" Yuuji asks once he releases the smoke from his mouth. The room is starting to get more and more stuffy.
"Probably not," Megumi says, looking amused. Without Yuuji asking, Megumi brings the joint to his mouth again.
And then Megumi kisses him, his fingertips tracing Yuuji's jaw, suprising Yuuji when Megumi doesn't just offer him the smoke but also slides his tongue into Yuuji's mouth.
The burn is entirely different, almost pleasant, Megumi's tongue is touching everything and everywhere, small puffs of cloud escaping from the broken gaps in their messy kiss.
Greedily, Yuuji tries to inhale it all, mouth moving desperately against Megumi's mouth and the taller boy chuckles. Megumi leans back to break their kiss, his thumb sweeping Yuuji's wet lip.
"Good boy," Megumi praises.
And Yuuji's mind reels, feeling incredibly high by everything. The kiss, the smoke and Megumi.
"One more?" Yuuji coyly asks.
And who was Megumi to refuse?