Controlled \\ Chihoon & Jongin
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Through the haze, the boy beneath him was as beautiful as sin could be and felt twice as good. Chihoon leaned forward and kissed along that powerful jawline, stealing the joint from those plush lips and giving a crooked grin before drawing in a hit of his own. At this rate it would take them nearly forever to at least get close to orgasm, but that was alright. In the half-dream world they were currently in, nothing mattered. Minutes in the real world passed as full hours here, and Chihoon liked it: the slow, languidness of it all.
Returning the joint to Jongin's lips, he allowed himself to go a bit faster, because fuck, it felt amazing. "Mm...Kim Jongin thinks I'm pretty." His grin was Chesire-like through his hair. He wasn't entirely sure why the vampire had chosen him one fine day to participate, but was he going to argue? Not in the slightest. "Do you want me to..." and here, a tiny giggle broke through because he was basically wasted. "Do you want me to turn around so you can watch it all happen?"












