Vice was laying on top of Ivo, legs tangled together, stomachs sticky with cum, while they shared a cigarette back and forth.
Ivo ran the tips of his fingers down Vice's sinuous back, but stopped himself just above the curve of his ass, to feel him shiver in anticipation.
"Stop teasing," Vice said, wrenching the cigarette away from Ivo's mouth just as he was about to slot the filter between his parted lips.
Ivo slapped his ass. Vice hissed and twisted Ivo's already abused nipple in retaliation. Despite the smarting, Ivo managed to use the distraction to steal the cigarette away from Vice's fingers.
He took a deep drag and let the smoke fill him up warmly, coiling thick and sweet under his breastbone. He was still riding the sweet high of orgasm, letting it lull his thoughts in no particular direction.