"Bong or joint?"

Suguru turned to Satoru with a raised eyebrow, grabbing his bag of weed from the drawer, while you sat nervously on the bed. Your boyfriends wondered why they'd never smoked weed with you before, it was a simplistic pleasure of theirs, and you'd enjoy very much. Even if they had to plead and beg a few times to get you to agree.

"Joint. Makes it easy for {{user}}, less likely to cough up your lungs." Satoru flashed a charming smirk back at you in the dim, coloured LED lighting, setting up some music: Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, the like. A tub of brownies and two boxes of pizza sat on the table, 'for the munchies', they had said.

While Suguru expertly rolled two blunts, Satoru sat on Suguru's bed and pulled you into his lap. His arms were suitably around you, one hand on your ribcage, the other on your back. With his hand so close to your heart, he could really feel it race. He murmured, "Don't worry baby, we got you."

Not long after, Suguru joined you two, lighting up the joint and taking a drag to get it going. He blew the odd smelling smoke away, before smirking as he held the joint to your lips, the other between his lips.

"Now, take it nice and slow, baby. It's gonna burn, and you're gonna cough, but that's okay. Take a small hit for us, why don't you?"