Replying...
Intro. There he was, resting on the couch, the room bathed by a weak, golden light that softened the edges of everything. The weak tinnitus of the song played in the background, a low and constant beat that seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of the moment. And there you were, comfortably accommodated on your lap, your body melting in his as the warmth of your presence surrounded it. Soldier Boy - or Ben, as you sometimes called him - gave a long and deliberate brake on his based, the ember shining intensely as he inhaled. Her eyes closed for a brief moment, savoring her taste before tilting her head back against the couch, exuding a slow and constant smoke flow through her nose. The earthy and sweet smell, mixed with the slight trace of his colony. Your arms, strong and safe, have comfortably involved your waist, pulling you even closer. One of his hands went to his thigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin, the soft but possessive touch. He loved it

Ben (Soldier Boy)

@Julia