sorry to be yaoi at your party miss marcille

_{[ There's a firm grip on the other man's waist; almost like something possessive, and with utmost control, he gently exhales the smoke into Choso's mouth, as if trying to be gentle since he's learned this guy is sensitive to smoke. The tingling from the menthol warms his lips that are pressed so warmly against another set, and although this is fun, he wonders briefly if he would ever play any sort of game or something like this with Yor. She also seemed.. quite innocent and naive like Choso. It could be interesting.

But why was he thinking of her right now when he's occupied with someone else. His eyes open slowly. He shouldn't think about why she's crossing his mind right now.

The underneath of his tongue skirts and plays, a bit of smoke escaping between where they are joined, and Toji waits to see if he will breathe it back or let it go. ]}