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PAIRINGS: intak x soul

SYNOPSIS: After teaching Soul how to smoke, Intak learns that high Soul is much more different than sober Soul.

WARNINGS: frottage, whiny soul, innocent soul, weed smoking, hair pulling,shot gunning

A/N: 1.8k words is insane. inspired by this ask!

The strong scent of weed was all that could be smelled in the small room, the towels at the crack of the door stopping the smell from seeping into the rest of Intak’s parent’s house. The window was open as far as it could go, though it barely helped the aroma, if anything it was helping to spread it outside.

“Fuck,” Intak’s voice was gravely and strained terribly, trying his best to hold the thick smoke in his lungs. He was sure his eyes were redder than cherries, but he was too spaced out to care. His mind was so fuzzy he almost forgot about his best friend, Soul, beside him, who was just as (maybe even more) stoned as him, the poor boy so far gone.

It was Soul’s first time ever smoking, and he had the pleasure of doing it with Intak. He originally planned to just stay for a while, as he was always too scared to do anything like Intak ever did. He didn’t want to disappoint his parents, who always frowned upon how close the two were. Hell, his parents truthfully didn’t even want him anywhere near the older. What they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?

It took way too much convincing than necessary to get Soul to stay with him while he smoked, the older having to pull out his puppy eyes. “Please, Soul? I don’t wanna smoke by myself,” his words were trailed, trying to achieve his goal of making Soul stay.

“You know I-" “Buttttt,” Intak’s pouty lips were too much for Soul to handle, so eventually he decided to stay. Fuck his puppy eyes.

That led them here, laying on Intak’s twin sized bed, higher than the clouds. They were absolutely fucking baked, their movements slow and their eyes squinted comically. Soul sat up to grab the clear bong, feeling the green marijuana leaves that were engraved into the glass. He took another hit, blowing the smoke out (only with a small cough this time), before laying back down gently.

Intak didn’t even notice the way Soul was cuddling up to him. He didn’t notice the leg thrown around his waist. He didn’t notice Soul talking until he felt a light tickle of breath on his neck, which snapped him back into his senses. “Hmm?” He questioned, absentmindedly teaching his hand down to grasp onto the leg across his torso.

“I’m bored,” Soul pouted, his voice high and whiny, “I got high with you, now make me un-bored.” Towards the end of his sentence, he started giggling. “Is that even a word?” His giggling made Intak start to chuckle a bit, turning onto his head to the side so that he was facing Soul.

“You’re fucked up.”

“So are you, silly.”

They gave each other dopey smiles, Soul leaning forward to rest his forehead against Intak’s bare chest. The older took his hand that wasn’t on Soul’s hip and moved it so it was resting on his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. He shifted his hips slightly, trying to get comfortable on the small bed. Soul let out a small whine that could have been written off as not wanting to move. It was barely noticeable to Intak.

Do you know what was noticeable, though?

The bulge poked into Intak’s thigh, and the way Soul’s fingers tightened around the older’s bicep. They laid unmoving for a second, Soul’s eyes were glossed over from the weed as they looked at each other.

Intak waited a moment before moving his hips again experimentally, his hazy mind sober enough to register the way Soul closed his eyes and whined shamelessly. Normally, Soul would avoid talking, or even remotely thinking, about anything sexual, since his parents were so strict on him. Intak doubted he even knew how to jerk off properly with the way he was sheltered, his parents constantly being up his ass.

“Someone’s needy, hm?” Soul just swallowed thickly and nodded, moving his hips as subtly as he could. He stuffed his face into Intak’s neck, mumbling some incoherent words. He felt a fire in his veins, that kind of fire that embarrassed him, being turned on so quickly wasn’t anything to brag about. “What was that?” Intak asked as he slid his hand down to the bulge against his thigh, gently palming soul through his sweats.

Intak’s lips trailed down Soul’s neck, his tongue darting out to run over the slightly sweaty skin. Soul’s reactions were so cute, all of the drawn out whines and whimpers leaving the boy’s plump lips were like music to Intak’s ears. “F-Feels good,” Soul stuttered out a whispered reply, grabbing Intak’s wrist where it palmed the younger boy through his sweats.

“You’re so sensitive, baby, it’s so cute.” Intak’s hand stroked Soul’s clothed shaft, teasing the boy as much as he could. Soul’s face was blissed out, eyes red and shut, head thrown back as his hips thrusted forward.

It made Soul blush at the thought of his best friend doing this to him, making him writhe beside him as he did such dirty things. They had always been close, but never this intimate. He couldn’t focus on anything except the hand over his sweats and the pleasure that coursed through his veins, turning him to mush.

He felt Intak’s bulge as well, and the way the other was hard for him. It made his chest swell with pride. “Can I?” His eyes were trained on the outline of Intak’s cock in the other’s sweats when he asked, so Intak knew what he was asking. He nodded and moved his hand inside of Soul’s pants, his warm hand wrapping around the other’s cock softly.

The contact made Soul’s hips immediately roll up, a pretty gasp leaving his pink lips as he tried to reach down to Intak’s clothed cock. “So good for me,” Intak whispered as he moved his hand up, softly flicking his thumb over Soul’s tip. He was dribbling precum, his tip shiny just from some touching. Soul sat up to straddle Intak, pulling off his sweats as he moved.

“Wait,” Intak’s voice was calm, yet it still made Soul snap his eyes up in fear. Was he doing something wrong? He was ready to go to the bathroom and cry his eyes out (and probably hide forever) if his best friend became uncomfortable because of him.

Intak swore he could see the anxiety drain the color of Soul’s face, and he let out a small giggle. “Can you pass me the bong?” Soul just nodded shakily as he reached over to the bong, handing it over to Intak as he let out a breath of air he didn’t know he was holding in. “Why are you so nervous? Chill out, baby.” Intak was aware he probably sounded like a middle aged hippie, the thought making him giggle slightly.

He lit the bong up, taking a deep breath in, his lungs filling up with the strong smoke. He quickly grabbed Soul’s throat, pulling him down to where their lips were barely grazing each other’s. Then he carefully pushed the smoke out, directly into Soul’s mouth.

Soul’s heart was racing and he was almost positive the other boy could feel it, but he turned his focus to capturing the smoke in his lungs. He pulled away, before exhaling slowly, watching their combined smoke fill the room.

“You’re so fucking hot.” The statement faded into thin air as Soul ground his hips down, the head of his cock grazing Intak’s shaft. They both let out a loud moan, Soul’s thighs tightening around the other boy’s sides.

Intak quickly laid the bong down and put his hands on Soul’s waist, slipping them down to the other boy’s plump cheeks. Soul went back to what he was doing, his mind a bit more hazy than it was before. His hand wrapped back around Intak’s length, hearing a slight hiss escape the older boy. He rocked his hips forward slightly, pushing his cock up against Intak’s and wrapping his hand around both.

Soul let out a loud whine, scrunching his eyes and biting his lip. “Fuck, Soul.” Intak’s voice was rough, his eyes trained to Soul’s small hand wrapped around both of their cocks. His body felt tingly, all the way from the top of his head to tips of his toes. The thought of his best friend, innocent, pretty Soul, being so dirty was making his mind reel. His cock was throbbing with need as Soul started thrusting upwards into his hand alongside Intak.

The thrusts were sloppy and Soul’s legs were wobbly, Intak being able to tell that he was nervous. So the older reached up and grabbed Soul’s hair, pulling him down to touch their lips together in a needy, unstable kiss. Soul whimpered into Intak’s mouth at the force of the kiss, and all of the love that traveled through it.

“Please, need you,” his voice was cracking and he thrusted upward, feeling Intak start to roll his hips up as well. A stick mess of precum was on his hand, producing a better slide. Soul was close, embarrassingly close. His cock twitched against Intak, his mouth dropping open in pleasure. 

When Intak brought his hand up, holding them tighter together, Soul was a goner. His back arched, a string of whines falling from his slick lips. He felt butterflies swarm up through his stomach as he came, bucking his hips up desperately. “Making a mess on me. Looking pretty while you do it, too,” Intak’s voice was breathless and he was just as close as Soul was a moment ago. Seeing how fucked out Soul was did nothing to help the fire in his belly, his stomach clenching as he tried to hold back.

“Soul, fuck, grab the weed,” he strained out, a groan following his words. Soul nodded, shivering slightly as he felt his softening cock still pressing against Intak’s. His hand reached down, picking up the bowl and grabbing the lighter. He quickly sucked in the smoke and pressed his lips against Intak’s like he taught him, breathing the smoke out into his mouth.

Within a second, he felt Intak cum all over his cock and both of their hands, his free hand reaching up to Soul’s hair and pulling roughly. It made Soul whimper, his brain completely shutting down for a moment as he rolled his hips down. It made Intak arch his back with sensitivity, quickly taking his hand off of their cocks.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound being heard was their labored breaths. Both of their chests were heaving, the weed and post orgasm bliss hindering their thoughts. It wasn’t until they heard the door open did they realize what was going on.

“Soul! You’re in deep shit, mister!”