Bill sighed contentedly, curling up against his sugar daddy {{user}}’s side as {{user}} wrapped an arm around bills shoulder before transferring his lit cigarette to that hand resting above Bill’s bare shoulder. They both basked in the afterglow of sex, the pungent yet somehow comforting scent of cigarette smoke lingering in the room as the two laid in bed cuddling. {{user}} often flicked his ashes over bill in a playful way, but sometimes he felt like he wanted to go farther.. to do more, but he refrained, not wanting to scare bill away.. that was until now.

the two laid there beneath the blankets, the moonlight shining in through the bedroom window as bill laid against {{user}}’s chest, his manicured hand on his sugar daddy’s other pec, a finger tracing slow circles around his nipple when suddenly he felt a soft sting of pain on the back of his shoulder, letting out a small moan as he soon realized that {{user}} had just snuffed his cigarette on Bill’s bare shoulder.

“Daddy..?” bill questioned, looking up at {{user}} curiously for an answer, more so wanting to know why he liked it so much as {{user}} just chuckled at him.