Ooo love the filter idea, but that’s maybe an early days thing - a filter can only take a little before the draw chokes, and CC ’s not the type to settle for a taste. He’d want it concentrated. How about a rolling paper?

Wei was still open from earlier - slick n soft between his thighs, outer lips flushed and glistening, a slow thread of discharge clinging to CC’s knuckles as he lifted his hand. He looked at the shine for a sec, then reached for the thin strip of rolling paper.

He laid the strip across the inside of Wei’s thigh, right where the skin was warmest, and dragged 2 fingers down the length of it - spreading the slick in a translucent sheen that soaked into the paper, turning it darker, heavier, faintly translucent where the fluid pooled.

The scent rose immediately – salt, skin and that thick, intimate musk that belonged only to Wei.
CC pushed his fingers back between Wei’s legs, scooped another heavy swipe of discharge and painted it on thicker.

The paper went limp in places – sticky, wet. He smoothed it with his thumb until every inch was coated, then left it there, pressed flat against the heat of Wei’s thigh to let it absorb him.

Wei watched with his lips parted, eyes glassy, thighs trembling faintly that the paper shifted with him. A soft, involuntary sound escaped when CC’s fingers brushed his soft used cunt again on the way back up - just a graze, enough to gather what was still leaking.

CC scattered the tobacco along the wet strip, careful, then used Wei’s thigh as the surface - rolling paper up against warm skin, sealing it with his slick.

The outer layer stayed dry while the inner strip was saturated. When he twisted the end closed, a faint wetness lingered on his fingers.

He lifted the finished cigarette, turned it between his fingers and then struck the lighter.

He took a slow pull, and the smoke came back transformed - warmer, denser in his chest, laced with something that wasn't just tobacco. He exhaled to the side, eyes never leaving Wei's face.

Then his fingers slipped beneath Wei's jaw, his thumb pressing into the tender spot beneath the ear, lifting his face up. He drew him in until their mouths were almost touching that the next drag had nowhere to go but the warm space between them.

CC kissed him and pushed the smoke into his mouth - hot, bittersweet, threaded with the exquisite taste of Wei’s cunt. The hand on his jaw kept him there, thumb stroking along bone’s edge as Wei made a broken lil sound against his tongue and opened wider, taking it..