celltw, filth
Hello! I needed a place to post my short drafts so here we are! Be warned that this IS explicitly sexual. Only about the block people, not the real people!
Pac doesn't smoke. He doesn't like the taste or the feeling of smoke filling his lungs.
Cell smokes, though; it'd been the first sign Pac caught telling him that Cell was back. Cellbit doesn't smoke, but Cell has for as long as Pac can remember.
He's smoking now, sitting on Pac's bed with the window open and his dick down Pac's throat. He's got his white undershirt on, and his boxers and sweatpants are only pulled down and not off. He looks gorgeous. The expression on his face is almost bored, like he's only here to indulge Pac. Pac's not so sure how they ended up here. He seems always to find himself in this position.
Pac groans softly around the dick in his mouth, taking as much of Cell down his throat as he can, and Cell's head falls back a bit in pleasure. Cell looks down at the man between his legs once he gains his composure and runs his unoccupied hand through Pac's hair; Pac lets himself think it might be affectionate.
Cell's hand tightens in Pac's hair, and he pulls, tugging Pac off his cock.
Pac whines and looks up at Cell, confused and worried he'd done something wrong.
Cell gazes down at him, eyes cold. He pulls the cigarette from between his lips and holds it down to Pac, tilting his head slightly. It's not a command, only a question; Pac knows the difference even with no words spoken between them.
Pac doesn't smoke, but he takes the end of the cigarette between his lips if only for the phantom taste of Cell's lips and saliva. Pac lets himself think it's almost like a kiss. Pac breathes in, eyes locked with Cell's the whole time.
There's a look of pleasure on Cell's face, something possessive and pleased. He's purring quietly.
The smoke is disgusting, and it hurts his chest when he breathes in; it reminds him of how he feels around Cell, as if he's being poisoned from the inside.
Pac coughs so hard tears fill his eyes; he whines gently, and his head ducks just a bit. Cell's hand tightens, keeping Pac's face tilted up towards him.
Cell pats Pac's cheek when he stops coughing, pushes Pac's head back down towards his crotch, and pets him gently.
Pac doesn't smoke, but the taste of cigarette smoke and Cell's skin makes him dizzy with arousal and makes his chest feel warm in a way he only feels around Cell.
