The More We Inhale

Four years of university in Belgrade had a way of blurring peoples faces together in lecture halls, names forgotten after group projects. But not Stefan and Lidia. No, they'd become something... inevitable.

It didn't start special. A shared class. A sarcastic comment from Lidia that Stefan actually laughed at instead of getting offended. A mutual dislike for a pretentious professor who thought quoting Nietzsche made him interesting. From there, it was library study sessions that turned into coffee runs, coffee runs that turned into late-night walks, and eventually, a friendship built on a foundation of teasing insults, philosophical stoner debates, and the kind of trust that only forms when you've seen someone cry over both breakups and bad grades.

They weren't lovers. Never had been.

But anyone watching them would have questioned why not.

Lidia was born and raised pure Belgrade energy, petite, sharp-tongued, and always carrying herself like she was three steps ahead of everyone else in the room. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief more often than not, and Stefan had long ago accepted that keeping up with her meant accepting defeat with a grin. She had this way of stretching out on his couch like she owned it, bare legs tangled in a blanket, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, tank tops that were never intentional but always dangerous. She didn't flirt not really. Lidia dared.

Stefan, on the other hand, was southern calm. Broad-shouldered, relaxed posture, the kind of guy who didn't need to fill silences because he was comfortable in them. Where Lidia sparked, Stefan smoldered slow to rile up, but when he did, it was all heat beneath the surface. He wasn't oblivious. He noticed things. Like the way Lidia bit her lip when she was focused, or how her voice softened when she was truly relaxed not performing, not teasing, just... herself.

They knew everything about each other.

Every failed relationship. Every questionable hookup story. Every time one of them claimed they were "done with dating" only to fall for someone toxic two weeks later. They'd seen each other drunk, high, heartbroken, victorious, and vulnerable in ways most people never got to witness.

But tonight wasn't just another chill night.

The signs were subtle but they were there.

Maybe it was the weed stronger than anything they usually smoked. Lidia had pulled it from her bag with a sly grin, calling it "the good shit" from a friend who "probably shouldn't be trusted, but always delivers."

Maybe it was the way Stefan couldn't stop noticing how Lidia's tank top kept riding up every time she shifted on the couch, exposing a sliver of smooth skin above her shorts. Or how her bare legs stretched across his lap like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Or maybe... it was just time.

Four years of dancing around the line without ever crossing it.

The room was dimly lit, one lamp casting a soft glow over scattered textbooks, an ashtray already half-full from earlier. The window was cracked open, letting in the distant hum of Belgrade nightlife muffled conversations, a car horn, the faint echo of music from a nearby apartment. Inside, the bass from Stefan's speaker pulsed with a lazy rhythm, something smooth and low that neither of them had bothered to change.

Stefan flicked the lighter, struggling against the stubborn joint between his lips.

Across from him, Lidia watched with that signature smirk the one that always made him feel like she knew something he didn't.

"You're really from the south and still can't light a joint properly?" she teased, voice dripping with amusement as she tucked one leg beneath her.

Stefan shot her a sideways glance, finally coaxing the flame to catch. He took a slow drag, exhaling a thin stream of smoke before passing it her way. "Careful, Belgrade girl. Keep running that mouth and I'll make you roll the next one."

Their fingers brushed as she took it a touch so familiar, yet tonight... it felt different. Longer. Intentional.

Lidia didn't comment. But her eyes lingered on him for a heartbeat longer than necessary before she brought the joint to her lips, inhaling deeply, her cheeks hollowing in a way that made Stefan's thoughts drift somewhere they shouldn't.

Her exhale was slow, deliberate. The smoke curled between them like a veil thin, hazy, charged.

They'd done this a hundred times before.

Same couch. Same music. Same sarcastic banter.

But Stefan couldn't shake the feeling that something in the air had shifted.

Maybe it was the fact that neither of them had mentioned their usual fallback topics no talk of school stress, no rants about shitty exes. Instead, there was this... lazy tension. A comfortable silence laced with something heavier. Like both of them were waiting to see who'd be bold enough to acknowledge it first.

The playlist shifted, the next song dropping into a slower, almost sensual groove. Stefan felt the bass vibrate beneath him, syncing with the steady thrum in his chest.

Lidia stretched again, her tank top riding higher, and Stefan's eyes betrayed him drawn to the glimpse of bare skin, the curve of her waist, the way her body moved without thought or care.

He told himself it was just the weed making him notice too much.

But when she passed the joint back, her fingers grazed his palm lingering. Testing.

Neither of them spoke.

But in that silence, everything was loud.

"So..." Lidia began, her voice smooth and drawn out as she took another deep inhale, holding the smoke in her lungs before letting it drift past her lips in a perfect, practiced stream. Her eyes flicked toward Stefan, glinting with mischief beneath heavy lids. "Why do you think none of your relationships worked out, huh?"

Stefan groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch cushion, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it held all the answers he didn't want to give. "Oh, we're really doing this now?"

"You brought it up earlier," Lidia shot back, her grin both playful and sharp. "Don't get shy on me now. It's Honesty Hour blame the weed, not me."

Stefan exhaled slowly, the thick haze in his chest matching the one clouding his thoughts. He turned his head toward her, catching the way the soft light played across her features too soft, too pretty for a conversation that felt like stripping down emotionally.

"Fine," he muttered, voice low, almost like admitting a secret to the night itself. "Maybe... I get bored too easily."

Lidia's laugh was immediate, a short, knowing snort as she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees. "No shit," she teased, eyes sparkling. "You date girls who think 'quality time' means sending each other TikToks from across the room."

Stefan couldn't help but chuckle, nudging her bare knee with his knuckles a casual touch, but it lingered longer than it should've. "Alright then, Miss Relationship Expert," he countered, smirking. "Why don't your flings last?"

For a second, Lidia's confidence wavered just a flicker. Her smirk softened, her gaze dropping to the joint between her fingers as she turned it slowly, watching the embers glow.

"Guess I scare guys off," she said, her voice quieter now, more honest than she probably intended. "Too much attitude. Not enough pretending to be cute and helpless."

Stefan's smile faded as his eyes drifted over her really seeing her in that moment. The sharp edges she showed the world, the playful armor she always wore, but beneath it... there was something softer. Something most guys probably never bothered to appreciate.

His gaze traced the line of her jaw, the curve of her lips, the way a loose strand of hair framed her face. Petite, sure but delicate? Never.

Lidia was a storm in a shot glass. Beautiful, wild, and impossible to handle unless you wanted to get swept up in her.

"Maybe guys are just idiots," he muttered, almost to himself.

That earned him a glance a quick side-eye that didn't fully mask the faint blush creeping up her neck. She didn't reply, but the silence that followed wasn't empty. It buzzed thick with things neither of them had said yet.

The music shifted, a deeper bassline rolling through the speakers like it was synced to the rhythm building between them. Slow, sensual, the kind of song that made you aware of your own skin.

Lidia let out a soft chuckle, sinking back into the couch, her body stretching lazily like a satisfied cat. "This song is dangerous..." she murmured, voice dipping lower, almost like she was talking to herself.

As she moved, her tank top slid higher, exposing a sliver of smooth, pale skin just above her shorts. Stefan's eyes locked onto it before he could stop himself that innocent flash of bare skin suddenly feeling anything but innocent.

A wave of heat rushed through him not just from the weed, but from the way his mind betrayed him with thoughts he shouldn't be having. He tugged at his hoodie, peeling it halfway off before deciding it wasn't worth the effort, the fabric bunching awkwardly around his elbows.

Lidia noticed. Of course she did. Her gaze flicked over him, a slow once-over that made his pulse thrum in his ears.

"Clothes overrated already?" she teased, biting back a smirk.

Stefan cleared his throat, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. "Blame your 'dangerous' playlist."

Lidia didn't respond right away. Instead, she took another drag from the joint, her lips wrapping around it with deliberate ease. When she passed it back, her fingers trailed along his palm, slow and deliberate this time not an accident. A test.

Stefan felt the spark from that simple touch travel straight up his arm, settling low in his stomach.

Their eyes met half-lidded, hazy, but sharp enough to recognize the shift.

Neither of them smiled now. The playful banter had thinned into something heavier. Curiosity. Anticipation.

The joint hovered between them, forgotten.

It wasn't about the smoke anymore.

Lidia brought the joint to her lips again, taking a long, lazy drag like she had all the time in the world. The smoke curled from her mouth in a slow, artful stream as she melted deeper into the couch cushions her bare legs stretched out, toes brushing against Stefan's thigh.

Her lips curved into that familiar, dangerous grin the one Stefan had learned to both enjoy and fear. When Lidia got that look, nothing good stayed innocent for long.

"Alright..." she purred, her voice honeyed and slow, dripping with playful intent. "Random question."

Stefan glanced over, already suspicious from the tone alone. "This should be good."

Lidia's eyes gleamed under heavy lids as she tilted her head, her finger absentmindedly twirling a loose strand of hair. "What's your go-to porn category?"

Stefan froze mid-inhale, nearly choking on the smoke as he coughed out a surprised laugh. "Are you serious right now?"

"Dead serious." Lidia's bare foot nudged his leg, her toes curling against his thigh in a casual, intimate way that made Stefan suddenly hyper-aware of how little space was left between them. "Come on. We've already talked about aliens, government pigeons, and ghost pervs. This is practically wholesome compared to that."

Stefan rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the warmth of both the weed and Lidia's gaze on him. Normally, he'd deflect make a joke, change the subject. But the haze in his head made honesty feel easy. Too easy.

"Alright..." he exhaled, smirking. "I'll admit... sometimes I'm basic. But..." he hesitated, glancing at her through the corner of his eye, debating if he should say it "... I've definitely watched hentai."

Lidia's reaction was immediate a sharp, delighted laugh as she sat up slightly, eyes wide with amusement. "No fucking way! You're into tentacle porn?"

"Not the tentacle stuff!" Stefan protested, laughing despite himself. His cheeks flushed, but he didn't look away. "Just... you know. The drawn stuff's kinda hot. Zero limits. No fake acting, no bad lighting just pure fantasy."

Lidia shook her head, grinning like she'd just uncovered a secret. "Didn't think of you for a closet weeb in the sheets, Stefan."

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a cocky smile. "Yeah? Like you're any better, Miss Holier-Than-Thou. What about you, huh?"

Lidia's smirk deepened, her fingers lazily drifting along the inside of her thigh now not quite innocent, but not overtly seductive either. Just... exploratory. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

"MFM," she said simply, her voice low and sultry, like it was the most natural confession in the world. "Two guys. All about me. Can't beat that." She let out a dreamy sigh, her head lolling back against the couch. "And public stuff... bathrooms, changing rooms... the thrill of getting caught? Fuck, it gets me going."

Stefan swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch in response before he could even process it. His eyes dropped to the way her fingers were still absentmindedly tracing patterns on her thigh so close to the hem of her shorts, it was driving him insane.

Lidia caught the change in his expression immediately. The way his jaw tightened. The subtle shift in his breathing. Her lips curled into something between a smirk and a challenge.

"Damn..." Stefan muttered under his breath, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it though the image of Lidia getting off in some public place was now permanently etched into his brain. "Here I thought you were all innocent."

"Please." Lidia scoffed softly, her voice thick with heat now. Her gaze slid over him, lingering on the way his hoodie still clung to his broad frame, the way his hand flexed against his thigh like he didn't know what to do with it. "You really have no idea, do you?"

Their eyes locked longer this time. The playful spark was still there, but now it was wrapped in something darker, heavier. The kind of look that said we both know where this is headed.

The bass of the music thrummed through the floor, syncing with the pulse steadily building between them. Neither of them spoke, but Stefan could feel the tension crawling.

The air between them was thick now smoke, bass, and something heavier. That last question still hung there, unanswered, but both of them knew they weren't backing down from where this was headed.

Lidia's lips curled into a wicked grin as she sank deeper into the couch, twirling the joint between her fingers like she was toying with more than just the last bit of weed.

"Alright, Stefan..." she purred, her voice dipping into something darker, more deliberate the kind of tone that made his pulse thrum in his ears. "Since we're being honest..." Her gaze dropped, slow and teasing, before flicking back up to meet his. "What's the dirtiest thing you've actually done? Or wanted to do."

Stefan let out a low, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck a subconscious tell that Lidia caught immediately. She loved seeing him squirm.

"You really wanna know?" he asked, his voice rougher now, like part of him still couldn't believe they were having this conversation.

"Obviously," Lidia grinned, nudging his thigh with her foot again but this time her toes lingered, dragging slightly along his leg, just enough to make him shift in his seat. "Come on, surprise me."

Stefan exhaled slowly, feeling the haze in his head melt away whatever filters he might've had left. The weed made it too easy to let the truth slip past his lips.

"Fine..." he muttered, eyes dropping to where her foot was still brushing his thigh. "I've, uh... messed around on webcam before. Chatroulette. Omegle. Showing off for strangers."

Lidia's eyebrows shot up, her playful smirk turning into something closer to genuine intrigue. "No way! You're one of those guys?" She laughed, but her eyes gleamed with curiosity and something else. "How many girls have you flashed, huh?"

Stefan smirked, feeling a spark of confidence from the way she was clearly into it. "Enough," he said, his voice low and cocky. "Turns out, being watched is a hell of a rush."

Lidia bit her lip an automatic reaction she didn't even try to hide this time. Her cheeks were flushed, and it wasn't just from the smoke. The image of Stefan, cock in hand, teasing faceless strangers online was now playing in her head on a loop and she wasn't mad about it.

"Damn..." she murmured, her voice thick. "Didn't know you had that kind of exhibitionist streak."

Stefan smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm kind of a visual guy..."

Lidia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Visual how?"

He gave her a crooked grin, eyes flicking to her mouth. "Let's just say... I like seeing the aftermath. A mess. On skin. On lips. Watching it happen that gets me off."

Lidia blinked, clearly turned on despite herself. "So you're one of those guys who gets off on the cumshots?"

He didn't even flinch. "Guilty."

She laughed, slow and sultry, her tongue flicking across her bottom lip. "Good to know..."

Stefan chuckled, feeling bolder now, his gaze darkening as it roamed over her sprawled-out frame. "Hey, don't judge. I might've... fantasized about gloryholes too."

Lidia burst out laughing, head falling back against the couch but when she looked at him again, her eyes were darker, her pupils blown wide with arousal. "Okay, that's kinda hot. Anonymous fun..." She let the thought linger, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she gave him a look that made Stefan's cock twitch again.

He raised a brow, leaning in just slightly. "Your turn, miss innocent."

Lidia didn't hesitate. She took a long, slow drag from the joint, her eyes never leaving his as she exhaled the smoke drifting between them like a veil she was daring him to push through.

"Well..." she began, her voice lazy and sultry, "I've definitely used a toy in public before."

Stefan blinked, thrown off by how casually she dropped that bomb. "Seriously?"

"Yup." She popped the 'p', clearly enjoying the way his jaw tensed. "I've got this suction dildo. Stuck it to a bar bathroom wall once. Quick little ride in the gym while my friends were waiting outside."

"Fuck..." Stefan muttered, unable to stop the vivid mental image from flooding his brain Lidia, flushed and breathless, bouncing on a toy in some grimy bathroom, trying to stay quiet.

His cock throbbed against his sweats, and Lidia's gaze dropped catching the evidence of exactly what her words were doing to him. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips.

"And..." she purred, her fingers lazily drifting higher up his thigh so close now that Stefan's cock twitched under the weight of her touch, "I've been really into... riding lately." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, lips curling into a wicked smile. She leaned in, her breath warm against his cheek, the scent of her perfume mingling perfectly with the haze of weed.

"There's just something about being on top... taking control..." she whispered, her voice dripping with sin, "but..." her lips brushed his ear "I get even wetter when I'm tied up... wrists cuffed, nowhere to run... completely at someone's mercy."

She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, her gaze dark and daring.

"Think you could handle that".

Stefan's jaw clenched tight, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. His heart pounded in his chest, blood rushing south at a pace that made him dizzy.

"You're full of surprises," he rasped, his voice strained, trying to keep control but Lidia's touch, her words, her scent it was overwhelming.

Lidia just shrugged, all faux innocence, even as her fingers gave a light squeeze to his thigh so close it made his breath hitch.

"Told you..." she whispered, her gaze flicking down to his lips and back up again. "People get honest when they're high."

But Stefan knew this wasn't just honesty.

It was invitation.

And neither of them were going to resist much longer.

Their eyes locked no more laughter now, just the steady pull of two people teetering on the edge of something they couldn't pretend was innocent anymore. The air was heavy with heat and weed, thick with everything unsaid, both of them silently processing just how turned on they were by each other's secrets.

Lidia's gaze dipped to Stefan's lips, then back up, a slow smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She shifted closer, her bare leg pressing lightly against his thigh, her voice dropping into a low, sultry whisper.

"So..." she murmured, her breath brushing his cheek, "what if we helped each other out with some of those fantasies?"

Stefan's heart thudded hard in his chest, his breath catching as her words settled deep in his gut. He could see the question in her eyes but also the confidence, the challenge.

His lips curled into a slow, crooked grin, his voice rough with anticipation.

"Thought you'd never ask..."

Stefan exhaled a slow stream of smoke through parted lips, his gaze locking onto Lidia's with a heat that hadn't been there before or maybe it had always been there, and the haze just stripped away their ability to ignore it.

"Depends..." he murmured, his voice lower now, rough around the edges. His lips curled into a subtle, daring grin. "Which one are you right now?"

Lidia's smile deepened lazy, knowing, and far too dangerous for the game they were playing. She didn't answer, at least not with words. Instead, she shifted closer, her bare knees brushing against his thigh, the contact sending a subtle jolt through Stefan's body. The warmth of her skin against his felt amplified, like his nerve endings were tuned too high.

Her hand reached out for the joint again, fingers brushing his but Stefan held it just out of reach, tilting his head with a glint in his eye.

"Shotgun," he said, his voice dropping into something almost predatory.

Lidia's brows lifted in mock surprise, but there was no hesitation only a spark of curiosity and challenge flashing across her face. She leaned in slowly, deliberately, until their faces were barely inches apart. Stefan could feel her breath, warm and sweet with the faintest hint of weed, ghosting over his lips.

He inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs as long as he could before closing the final distance his mouth brushing against hers as he exhaled, sending a stream of smoke directly between her parted lips.

Lidia's eyes fluttered half-closed as she accepted it, her lips grazing his in a way that was too soft, too intimate for two people pretending this was still casual. The smoke swirled between them, but neither pulled away not immediately.

When Lidia finally leaned back, it wasn't far. Her lips hovered near his, close enough that Stefan could still taste her weed, warmth, and something sweeter he couldn't name.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth, then flicked back up beneath heavy lashes, a teasing glint in her eye.

"Didn't know sharing a joint counted as foreplay..." Stefan muttered, though his voice betrayed him rough, breathless, and far too eager.

Lidia's lips curved into a sly smile, her hand sliding up to rest on his chest casual in appearance, but the way her fingers spread out, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat, told a different story.

"Maybe it does tonight..." she whispered, her voice thick with promise.

Stefan's pulse roared in his ears as his hand drifted lower, fingers brushing the bare skin of her thigh where her shorts had ridden dangerously high. Her skin was impossibly soft silk warmed by body heat and the contact sent a thrill straight through him.

He inhaled without thinking, catching the faintest trace of her perfume something floral, normally subtle. But now, mixed with the musk of sweat and the haze of weed, it smelled intoxicating. Earthy. Real. Like sex and summer nights tangled together.

Fuck... how have I never noticed how good she smells? The thought hit harder than it should, making his fingers tighten on her thigh.

"Your thighs feel like silk..." he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles against her inner thigh. "Didn't expect that."

Lidia's breath caught just for a second but she masked it with a playful smirk, her palm gliding across his chest, fingertips exploring the contours beneath his half-peeled hoodie. "Guys' skin is underrated too," she quipped, but her voice had lost some of its usual sharpness now replaced with something breathier, more vulnerable beneath the bravado.

The moment stretched, tension coiling tighter with every heartbeat. Neither of them dared to break eye contact.

It snapped when Stefan's fingers drifted higher, grazing the hem of her tank top just as Lidia stretched, arching slightly. The thin fabric shifted, and for a fleeting second, her nipple slipped into view.

Stefan's breath hitched sharply, his gaze locking onto the soft curve of her breast the dusky peak taunting him, framed perfectly in the low light.

Don't stare... he told himself, but it was useless. The weed blurred his edges, made everything feel too intense too beautiful to look away. The way her chest rose and fell in slow, lazy breaths, the contrast of her flushed skin against the fabric... it was hypnotic.

His mind raced, thoughts spiraling somewhere between guilt and raw, aching desire.

Fuck... She's always been hot, but this...

His pulse pounded in his throat, chest tightening with the weight of how badly he wanted to reach out just feel her, taste her, finally cross that line he'd pretended didn't exist for years.

Then Lidia's eyes flicked down, catching exactly where his gaze had landed. When she looked back up at him, that playful smirk spread across her lips slow, deliberate, and full of dangerous intent.

She didn't fix her top. She didn't cover herself.

Instead, she shifted even closer, her bare leg sliding over his lap, straddling one of his thighs as her lips hovered by his ear.

"Like what you see, Stefan?" she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine.

Stefan swallowed hard, his restraint hanging by a thread.

"More than you know..." he growled, his hand sliding further up her thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to where heat radiated from between her legs.

Whatever fragile boundary they'd been balancing on it was gone.

And neither of them were stopping now.

"She repeated, see something you like, southerner?" Lidia teased, but her voice wasn't as steady as before husky now, thick with arousal and anticipation. Her usual sharp wit softened by the haze of weed and the heat simmering between them.

Stefan's eyes dragged up from the exposed curve of her breast to meet her gaze dark, dilated, and undeniably hungry. His lips parted, breath shallow as his fingers traced idle patterns along her bare thigh.

"How did I not notice how perfect you are before..." he muttered, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it out loud like the thought slipped past his lips without permission, raw and unfiltered.

Lidia's playful smirk faltered for the first time, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink that crept up her neck. For all her teasing bravado, that the genuine admiration in his voice caught her off guard. It wasn't just lust. It was the way he looked at her, like she was something to be worshipped, not just touched.

Her breath hitched, and she opened her mouth to fire back a quip, but Stefan didn't give her the chance.

He leaned in slowly, giving her every opportunity to pull away but Lidia didn't move. She met him halfway, their lips brushing soft, tentative, tasting of weed, anticipation, and four years of tension finally snapping.

The kiss deepened naturally, like they'd done this a hundred times before in dreams they never admitted to having. Stefan's hand slid up her thigh, fingers pressing into her hip as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth of her petite body sink against his.

Lidia sighed into his mouth, her fingers threading into his hair, nails grazing his scalp in lazy circles. Her other hand drifted south, finding the waistband of his sweatpants her knuckles brushing against the unmistakable hardness straining beneath.

She pulled back just enough to let her lips ghost over his, her breath warm and teasing.

"Wow... someone's really enjoying my hand..." she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper laced with amusement as her palm cupped him through the thin fabric, giving a slow, deliberate squeeze.

Stefan's head tipped back slightly, a low groan rumbling from his chest deep and needy. The sound vibrated against Lidia's lips, sending a shiver down her spine.

His hands weren't idle either finally slipping beneath her tank top, his palms sliding up the smooth expanse of her stomach until they found what they'd been craving. He cupped her bare breasts, thumbs brushing over her stiffening nipples, savoring the way her body arched into his touch.

"You feel... incredible," he breathed against her neck, his voice rough and reverent, like he couldn't believe she was real beneath his hands.

Lidia let out a soft gasp, her teasing demeanor melting into something more vulnerable more honest. Her hips shifted instinctively, grinding lightly against his thigh as his thumbs circled her sensitive peaks, sending sparks through her nerves.

Her fingers tightened around his length, stroking him slowly through his sweats, feeling him throb under her touch.

"Guess we're both full of surprises tonight..." she whispered, lips brushing his ear before she nipped at his lobe just enough to make him tense beneath her.

Stefan's grip on her waist tightened, his self-control fraying with every passing second.

The line was gone.

Now it was just a question of how far they were willing to take it.

And judging by the way Lidia's hips rolled against him, the answer was clear all the way.

When Lidia hooked her fingers into the waistband of Stefan's sweats and tugged them down, she expected... well, something nice. After all, Stefan carried himself with that quiet confidence the kind that hinted he wasn't lacking in any department.

But she wasn't prepared for this.

His cock sprang free thick, heavy, flushed dark with arousal, and already rock-hard. The head glistened with a bead of pre-cum, catching the low light like it was showing off.

Lidia's breath caught, her eyes widening in genuine, hazy shock. The weed made everything feel a little slower, a little dreamlike and for a second, she honestly thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

"Oh... shit..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, more breath than sound. Her gaze dragged down his length, taking in every veined inch like she was trying to memorize it.

Her lips parted in awe, a flush creeping up her neck as she blinked processing just how big he really was.

"Whoa... Stefan..." she finally breathed out, the words laced with equal parts amazement and arousal. A lazy, wicked grin tugged at her lips as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with that playful glint he knew all too well.

Without thinking, her slender fingers reached out, wrapping around the base barely able to circle him with one hand. His cock twitched in response, thick and pulsing against her palm.

"This..." she murmured, giving an experimental, slow stroke, her thumb smearing the pre-cum across his swollen tip, "... is what you've been hiding from me all these years?"

She giggled softly, the sound airy and deliciously high, her fascination turning almost innocent if it weren't for the way her hand kept stroking him slow, hypnotic, like she was handling something rare and precious.

Her gaze roamed over every detail, lingering on the way his shaft throbbed under her touch, veins prominent and skin silky-smooth over steel hardness.

"No wonder you're out there flashing strangers on chatroulette..." she teased, biting her lip as her other hand joined in, needing both hands just to handle him properly. "I'd show this off too..."

Stefan let out a guttural groan, his hips shifting involuntarily as her fingers glided up and down his length, her soft skin contrasting sharply with the rigid heat of his cock.

"You gonna keep admiring it..." he muttered, his voice strained and gravelly, "... or actually put that pretty mouth to work?"

Lidia's cheeks flushed deeper, but her playful spark was far from fading. If anything, his challenge only fueled her curiosity.

"Patience..." she purred, her breath warm as she leaned in closer her lips hovering just above his shaft. "I'm still trying to figure out how the hell this even fits..."

Her fingers tightened slightly around him, feeling every pulse against her palm as she gave a languid stroke, watching his reaction with stoned fascination. She loved how his jaw clenched, how his abs tensed beneath his shirt loved knowing she had this effect on him.

"Fuck... I don't even know if I can fit all of this..." she whispered, almost to herself, her voice tinged with mock disbelief and genuine arousal.

She pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the base of his shaft, feeling the heat radiate against her lips. Another kiss followed, higher this time a trail of soft worship as she worked her way up, savoring the weight of him, the salty-sweet taste of his skin.

Stefan's head fell back against the couch, a deep, helpless groan rumbling from his chest as Lidia's tongue finally flicked out drawing a slow stripe from base to tip, teasing the sensitive underside.

"You're dangerous when you're high..." he managed, his voice rough and fraying at the edges. His hand instinctively found its way into her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands not forcing, just anchoring himself to reality as her mouth drove him insane.

Lidia glanced up through half-lidded eyes, her pupils blown wide, lips brushing against his swollen head as she let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"And you're way bigger than you had any right to be..." she murmured, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting the slickness already gathered there. Her voice was a sultry purr, equal parts impressed and turned on. "Guess we're both getting lucky tonight."

With that, she finally wrapped her lips around him warm, wet, and slow sinking down as far as her throat would allow. She felt the stretch, the subtle burn as her jaw adjusted, but the way Stefan groaned her name made it worth every inch.

Her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, her tongue pressing against the underside, savoring the way his cock throbbed with every subtle movement.

The room was filled with nothing but the soft sounds of her suckling, the wet slide of her lips, and Stefan's increasingly ragged breathing.

Lidia's mind swam in the haze every sensation amplified, every pulse against her tongue like an electric current. She loved how heavy he felt in her mouth, how his fingers tightened in her hair every time she took him deeper.

And judging by the deep, broken groans spilling from Stefan's lips, he was loving every second too.

Lidia leaned in again, lips barely parting as her tongue flicked out, giving a slow, deliberate lap over the swollen head of Stefan's cock. She tasted the slick saltiness of his arousal and let it linger on her tongue, savoring it like it was something rare.

"You taste better than I expected..." she murmured, her voice dipped in honey, laced with amusement and raw heat. Without another word, she sank lower, slowly taking him into the warm, wet heat of her mouth.

The sensation was exquisite torment her lazy, stoned pace made every inch feel like it lasted forever. Her tongue curled and swirled around his shaft, teasing the underside with little flicks that made Stefan's head fall back against the cushions, a groan slipping from his throat.

Every nerve in his body felt tuned to her mouth, every breath shallow and shaky. The weed had numbed the outside world, amplifying every tiny motion of her lips, the pull of suction, the way her cheeks hollowed on every downstroke.

He barely realized his hand had started to move drifting down, slow and instinctive, until his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts, past the edge of her panties, and found heat.

Soaked.

Lidia moaned the moment his fingertips brushed her slick slit, the sound vibrating around his cock and making Stefan groan in response. Her thighs twitched as his fingers found her clit and circled it slowly, teasing her in lazy, firm strokes that made her hips rock instinctively against his palm.

"Mmm... keep doing that..." she panted, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. A string of saliva stretched between her lips and his shaft, glistening in the low light. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, and the haze in her eyes said she was already close.

Stefan's eyes locked onto her as he slid two fingers inside her tight, needy heat. The way her pussy clenched around him made his cock throb in the open air.

"So fucking wet..." he muttered, genuinely awed, watching her squirm as he curled his fingers just right, feeling her tighten with every motion.

Lidia gasped, her hands bracing against the couch as her hips rolled into his touch, chasing every stroke like she couldn't get enough. One hand drifted back to his cock, slick with her spit, stroking him as her moans got higher and shakier.

Her breath came in shallow pants, her thighs trembling as the pressure built fast too fast.

"Fuck, Stefan... I'm cumming..." she whimpered, her voice cracking around the edge of the orgasm crashing down on her.

She buried her face against his thigh, muffled cries vibrating against his skin as her pussy convulsed around his fingers, drenching his hand with slick, pulsing heat. Stefan didn't stop just slowed, coaxing her through the waves, watching her fall apart with open, reverent eyes.

He could have come from that sight alone.

When her breathing finally started to calm and her grip on his cock loosened, Lidia lifted her head, dazed and flushed, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.

Without a word, she shifted forward, climbing into his lap, her thighs straddling his hips. Her skin felt fever-warm against his, her tank top clinging to her in all the right places, her eyes dark with lust and amusement.

She swung a leg over, settling onto him with a sigh but when she slid forward, the thick weight of his cock pressed against her inner thigh, missing its mark completely.

"Shit..." she breathed out with a startled giggle, blinking down at him in wide-eyed wonder. The weed and her post-orgasm haze had her completely misjudging the angle.

She squirmed a little, trying again, and missed again this time brushing his cockhead between her slick folds, making both of them gasp.

Her breath hitched, and then she burst into soft laughter, bracing her palms on his chest for balance.

"Okay... wow..." she said through a breathy laugh, shaking her head. "I'm really not used to handling something this big."

Stefan smirked, his hands resting lightly on her hips, fingers splayed across the smooth skin just beneath her tank top.

"Take your time... I'm enjoying the view," he murmured, looking up at her sweaty, glowing, radiant, framed by dim light and smoke. The sight of her like this flushed, wild, and straddling him felt better than any fantasy he'd had alone in this very room.

Lidia shot him a half-hearted glare, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "Yeah, yeah... laugh it up." She reached between them, grabbing his slick, hard cock in her hand again, guiding him back into place. "Let's see if you're still cocky once I start riding."

"Your turn..." Lidia whispered, her voice thick with anticipation and a teasing edge, though her shaky breath betrayed just how much she was feeling this. Her slender fingers wrapped around his slick shaft, guiding him down between her thighs with a slow precision that made Stefan's muscles tense beneath her.

They locked eyes half-lidded, hazy, but sharp enough to know this wasn't just messing around anymore. This was the moment they crossed fully into the territory they'd tiptoed around for years.

Lidia's breath caught as the swollen head of his cock pressed against her entrance, the heat of him throbbing against her slick folds. For a split second, her confidence wavered he felt impossibly thick, even more so now that she was poised to take him inside.

Slowly, deliberately, she began to sink down inch by inch, her tight pussy stretching around him in a way that made her head spin. The weed made everything feel too intense every nerve ending lit up, every inch of him dragging against her walls like it was happening in slow motion.

"Oh my god..." Lidia moaned, her head falling back, spine arching as the thick pressure filled her deeper than she'd expected. Her nails dug into Stefan's chest, her hips trembling as she fought to take more of him.

"You feel so fucking big..." she gasped, her voice breathless, almost dazed like she couldn't believe how full she felt.

Stefan groaned, the sound guttural and raw as he watched her petite body struggle to accommodate him, her thighs quivering as she took him deeper. His hands gripped her hips firmly, thumbs stroking slow circles into her skin guiding her, grounding himself.

"Fuck, Lidia..." he growled, his jaw clenched tight as her heat squeezed around him, the sensation almost too good, too overwhelming.

Lidia rolled her hips experimentally, a slow, grinding motion that made both of them shudder. She could feel every vein, every throb, her pussy stretched deliciously wide teetering on the edge of pain and pure, molten pleasure.

Her hands splayed across Stefan's chest, fingertips flexing against the warmth of his skin as she found her rhythm languid, sensual, letting herself savor every thick inch.

"Fuuuck..." she gasped out, a breathless, airy moan slipping past her lips as her head lulled forward, strands of hair falling into her face. The lingering high wrapped around her like a fog, making each movement feel dreamlike.

Her lips curled into a lazy, wicked smile as she glanced down at him, her cheeks flushed and glowing. "Way... way better than my toy..." she murmured, half-laughing, half-moan stoned and thoroughly fucked in the best way.

Stefan's eyes darkened at her words, his fingers tightening on her hips as he thrust up just a subtle snap of his hips that made Lidia's breath hitch and her nails rake lightly down his chest.

"Good..." he growled, his voice rough and low, filled with possessive satisfaction. "You won't need it anymore."

Lidia's eyes fluttered shut, biting her lip as a shiver ran through her body. The stretch, the fullness it was almost too much, but the way Stefan filled her so perfectly made her crave more.

"Cocky bastard..." she whispered, her voice barely holding onto its teasing tone but the way she ground down harder onto him, circling her hips with slow, deliberate pressure, told him she wasn't complaining.

Stefan's eyes roamed hungrily over Lidia's body, utterly mesmerized by the way her petite frame moved above him. The contrast of her slender waist, the delicate arch of her back, and the hypnotic sway of her perky tits beneath the thin fabric of her tank top it wasn't just sexy, it was fucking art.

The way her slender hips rolled, grinding down onto his thick cock with slow, intoxicating rhythm, made his head spin. Every time she took him deeper, her tight pussy stretched around him so perfectly it was almost unbearable.

His hands slid down, rough palms finding the soft curve of her ass gripping it like he'd been waiting years for this moment. His fingers dug into the plush flesh, guiding her movements, feeling the bounce and give as she rode him like it was second nature.

Unable to resist the temptation, Stefan gave her ass a firm squeeze before grabbing both cheeks and shaking them playfully, watching with dark fascination as her entire body reacted the sudden jolt making her walls flutter and clench tightly around his cock.

Lidia let out a sharp, breathless moan, her head tipping back, dark hair cascading down her back as her eyes fluttered shut. A hazy, blissed-out smile curved her lips, the weed and overwhelming sensation turning her into a beautiful, gasping mess.

"F-fuck... do that again..." she whimpered, her voice high and needy, barely more than a gasp. She loved how effortlessly he handled her, like her petite body was nothing in his hands just something to mold, to use, to fill.

Stefan growled low in his throat, grinning up at her with pure, feral satisfaction. He repeated the motion gripping her ass tighter, giving it another playful shake as he thrust up into her, meeting her grind halfway.

Lidia's entire body shuddered, her thighs trembling as her pussy squeezed him even tighter, like her body refused to let him go. Her eyes rolled back, lips parting in a helpless moan as the stretch and fullness pushed her to the brink of ecstasy.

"Oh my god... Stefan..." she gasped, her voice breaking into a delirious laugh, drunk on pleasure and the lingering high. "This... this fucking sensation... it could kill me... what are you doing to me?"

Her words were slurred, desperate, but laced with that same playful edge the thrill of being pushed exactly where she wanted to go.

Stefan's jaw clenched, his cock throbbing violently inside her at the sound of her falling apart above him. His hands tightened on her hips, forcing her down harder onto his thick length, making sure she took every inch.

"It's your fault..." he growled, his voice rough, dark, and thick with lust. His eyes burned into hers as he thrust up sharply, making her cry out. "For being so fucking tight around my fat dick... you high greedy little slut."

Lidia's breath hitched, a wicked moan escaping her throat as her nails dug into his chest for balance, her walls pulsing around him like she was about to cum again.

"Keep squeezing me like that..." Stefan groaned, his control slipping as he watched her ride him, completely wrecked, high and glowing. "You're making me even fucking harder..."

Lidia could barely respond, too lost in the overwhelming stretch, the feel of Stefan's cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her. Her body moved on instinct now chasing that edge, grinding down on him like she needed to be ruined by him.

The mix of his filthy words, the way he manhandled her petite frame, and the intoxicating haze of weed had her spiraling fast knowing she was seconds away from falling apart all over again.

Stefan let his hands roam one sliding up her side, fingers grazing the curve of her breast beneath her tank top, the other guiding her rhythm, keeping it slow, deep, torturously good.

Lidia's breathing grew heavier, her moans soft and constant now as she rode him at a lazy pace, savoring every second the haze of weed making time feel irrelevant, as if the only thing that existed was the way he stretched and filled her over and over again.

She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his, their breaths mingling shared heat, shared pleasure.

"Fuck... Stefan..." she whispered, her voice cracking with pleasure, "I can feel every... fucking... inch..."

Stefan groaned, resisting the urge to flip her over and pound into her because this? This was better. Watching Lidia slowly lose herself on his cock, her body moving with lazy, sensual grace, was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

His lips brushed against her ear, voice rough and dark.

"Keep going... I want to feel you cum on my cock."

The shiver that ran through Lidia at those words was answer enough.

"I always wondered what you'd feel like..." Stefan groaned, his voice thick with disbelief and arousal as he watched Lidia move above him the slow, lazy roll of her hips almost hypnotic. Every subtle grind sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through him, her tight warmth clenching around his cock in a way that made it hard to believe this was real and not some fantasy he'd entertained one too many times over the years.

His hands slid up her slender waist, fingertips tracing the smooth lines of her body like he was trying to memorize every inch. When his thumbs brushed the soft underside of her breasts, Lidia arched into his touch, her lips parting on a quiet moan.

He cupped her fully, palms filled with soft, perfect curves, marveling at how well she fit against him like she was made to be touched exactly like this. His thumbs circled over her stiffening nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top, feeling her shiver beneath his hands.

Lidia's lips curled into a dazed, satisfied smile the kind that only came from being thoroughly fucked and thoroughly high. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark with pleasure and mischief as she rode him with unhurried grace, her movements syncing perfectly with the slow, pulsing thrum of the music in the background.

"Mmm... keep talking like that..." she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that dripped down his spine, grinding her hips down harder, making sure he felt every inch of her tight heat squeezing him. "And I'll start thinking you actually like me..."

Stefan let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh because fuck, if she only knew but the sound quickly dissolved into a deep groan when she shifted just right, her walls fluttering around him and pulling him deeper into that molten pressure.

His hands couldn't stay still one sliding up to cup her breast again, the other drifting into her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. He gave a gentle tug, testing, teasing.

Lidia gasped, her back arching beautifully, a spark of surprise and arousal flashing across her face as her eyes fluttered open meeting his gaze with a lazy, wicked gleam.

"Oh... you like that?" Stefan murmured, his voice darkening, emboldened by her reaction.

Lidia bit her lip, grinding down in response, her breath hitching as the pull in her scalp mixed with the deep stretch inside her.

"Careful..." she whispered, her tone playful but edged with genuine heat, "you're gonna find out I'm into more than just being high and lazy..."

Stefan's grip tightened slightly, his other hand sliding down to her hip, guiding her rhythm slower, deeper, making her feel every inch of him as he thrust up to meet her.

"I'm counting on it..." he growled, watching the way her head tipped back, her moans spilling freely now, no longer holding back the pleasure that was clearly building fast.

The air around them was thick smoke, sweat, and that addictive mix of laughter and lust that only came from two friends realizing they were dangerously good at fucking each other.

And Stefan couldn't help but think

How the fuck did we wait this long?

"Fuck..." Stefan groaned, his voice ragged and thick with pure, unfiltered lust as his eyes roamed over the sight of Lidia riding him flushed, messy, and utterly perfect. The way her petite frame moved above him, hips rolling with slow, sensual precision, her tank top slipping off one shoulder, hair wild around her face it was almost too much to handle.

"You have no idea how good you look right now," he muttered, his words tumbling out without thought, driven by the haze of weed and the overwhelming need pulsing through his veins. His hands slid up her sides, thumbs tracing every curve like he was committing her to memory. "I should've worshipped this body years ago..."

Lidia bit her lip, her eyes dark and glittering with satisfaction. There was no denying how much she loved hearing that loved knowing she had him completely undone beneath her. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest, nipples grazing his skin through the thin fabric of her top, sending a jolt through both of them.

Her lips brushed his ear, her breath hot and teasing. "Better late than never..." she whispered, punctuating it with a slow swivel of her hips that made Stefan's eyes roll back, a deep groan vibrating in his chest.

His hands slid lower, gripping her ass firm, perfect handfuls before giving it a sharp squeeze. Without thinking, he delivered a light smack, the sound echoing softly in the hazy room.

Lidia let out a delighted mix of a giggle and a moan, her nails dragging lightly across his chest as her hips stuttered from the playful sting.

"Thought you liked being dominant," she teased, nipping at his jaw, her voice breathy but still laced with that signature challenge.

Stefan's lips curled into a dark grin, his fingers tightening on her hips.

"Oh, I do..." he growled, his voice dropping to a tone that sent a shiver through her.

Before Lidia could fire back another quip, Stefan shifted beneath her, gripping her firmly and flipping them over with a fluid, effortless motion that made her squeal in surprise equal parts thrill and arousal.

She landed on her back, the couch cushions soft beneath her, her hair splayed out like a dark halo. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking him in place as she felt the delicious stretch of him still buried deep inside her.

"Fuck..." she gasped, blinking up at him, her playful smirk replaced by something softer needier.

Stefan hovered over her, his hands framing her face for a moment as he just looked at her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from moaning his name, pupils blown wide with desire. He couldn't believe how perfect she looked pinned beneath him like this.

He pulled back agonizingly slow feeling every inch of her slick walls drag against his cock, savoring the way her breath hitched and her fingers gripped his shoulders.

Then he thrust forward deep, measured, controlled burying himself to the hilt with a force that made Lidia's head fall back against the cushion, a broken, breathless moan spilling from her lips.

"F-fuck... Stefan..." she whimpered, her voice trembling, nails raking lightly down his back but never pushing him away only pulling him closer.

Stefan leaned down, his lips ghosting over her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"You like being filled like this, huh?" he murmured, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction as he gave another slow, grinding thrust feeling her tighten around him in response.

Lidia's hands slid up his back, fingers threading into his hair, her thighs squeezing his waist as if to pull him even deeper.

"Y-yeah..." she breathed out, her voice barely holding together as pleasure rippled through her. "Feels so fucking good..."

Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted in a soft, helpless moan as Stefan set a steady rhythm deep, slow strokes designed to drive her insane. He watched every reaction, memorizing the way her body arched into him, the way her breath caught when he angled his hips just right.

He dipped his head lower, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all tongue and heat--less about romance, more about claiming her mouth like he was claiming her body.

Between thrusts, he whispered against her lips, each word sending a fresh wave of shivers down her spine.

"You're fucking perfect like this..."

"So tight... so fucking good..."

"I'm not letting you forget this tomorrow..."

Lidia could only moan in response, too lost in the feeling of being stretched and filled so perfectly, every thrust pushing her closer to the edge.

And Stefan?

He was already addicted.

Stefan kept his pace deliberately slow agonizingly deep, unhurried thrusts that made every nerve in Lidia's body feel like it was on fire. He watched her beneath him her flushed skin glistening with sweat, her lips parted in soft, desperate moans, her nails dragging faint red lines down his back as if begging him for more, yet savoring the torment.

His mouth found her neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her pulse point, sucking gently until he felt her shiver beneath him. He could taste her skin salty, sweet, intoxicating as his hips continued that steady rhythm designed to drive her insane.

Lidia's fingers tangled tightly in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her thighs clenched around his waist, hips rolling to meet every deep thrust.

"I'm... I'm close again..." she whispered, her voice breaking on a whimper, utterly wrecked and high her body trembling beneath him, teetering on the edge.

Stefan smirked against her neck, resisting the urge to pound into her like his body was begging him to. Instead, he slowed even more, grinding deep inside her, making her feel every thick inch stretching her sensitive, overstimulated walls.

"Come on, Lidia..." he growled, his lips brushing her ear, voice dark and commanding but laced with affection. "Let go for me... I want to feel you lose it."

That was all it took.

Lidia's back arched sharply, her head pressing into the cushions as a strangled cry tore from her throat. Her pussy clenched down around him in tight, rhythmic spasms, milking his cock as her second orgasm crashed over her harder, deeper, leaving her shaking and breathless.

"Stefan... oh fuck..." she gasped, her voice raw, her nails digging into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her petite frame.

Stefan groaned, his control hanging by a thread as her slick, pulsing heat threatened to pull him over the edge with her. His cock throbbed painfully inside her, every squeeze dragging a deep, guttural sound from his chest.

Just before he tipped over, he forced himself to pull out slick and glistening, his shaft twitching with desperate need. His hand wrapped around his length, stroking fast and hard, chasing that final release.

Lidia, still floating in the aftershocks of her orgasm, cracked open her dazed eyes just in time to see Stefan hovering over her, his abs tightening as his cock pulsed in his grip.

With a guttural groan torn from deep in his chest, Stefan felt the rush hit him white-hot pleasure surging through his body as his climax took over. His grip tightened, knuckles pale as he watched in a daze of lust and disbelief. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his big dick, the first spurt catching Lidia square across her lower belly, splashing against her flushed skin in a messy, glistening arc.

The next pulse painted upwards striping her taut stomach, then landing heavily across the swell of her breasts. Her tiny, straining top did little to shield her; the thin fabric quickly darkened where his release soaked into it, clinging to her curves, the wetness outlining the stiff peaks of her nipples beneath.

Stefan's vision blurred for a moment, overcome by the sheer eroticism of it the way each shot seemed to mark her like his own personal canvas. Another thick strand splattered across her collarbone, a warm trail dripping slowly between the valley of her breasts, following the curve of her body like gravity itself was savoring the moment.

A sudden twitch of his hips sent the next spurt wild missing her entirely. He watched, half-dazed and half-amused, as it landed with a sticky slap on the couch cushion beside her head, dangerously close to her dark hair.

"Fuck..." he breathed, his voice ragged, eyes locked on the masterpiece he'd just created.

Lidia looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted in a satisfied, almost dreamy smile. Her cheeks were flushed, strands of hair clinging to the light sheen of sweat on her face. She looked utterly wrecked and absolutely radiant in it.

The final beads of his release dripped from his tip, falling lazily onto her already messy stomach, joining the glistening trails that streaked her skin. Stefan could barely think, his head spinning as he took in the sight Lidia sprawled out beneath him, painted in his cum, like he'd claimed every inch of her.

She let out a soft, pleased hum, shifting slightly as the cooling mess settled on her skin. With a playful smirk, she lifted a finger and dragged it slowly through a thick line that stretched across her stomach, deliberately swirling it against her skin before bringing it to her lips.

Her tongue flicked out, tasting him with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "Damn..." she purred, her voice low and sultry, sucking her finger clean with a slow, exaggerated motion. "You weren't kidding about the cumshot thing... God you covered me in cum"

Stefan let out a breathless, almost disbelieving laugh, his legs giving out as he collapsed beside her on the couch. His chest rose and fell in heavy bursts, every muscle trembling from release and exhaustion. His skin was slick with sweat, the afterglow settling over him like a warm haze.

He turned his head, glancing at the white streak on the couch cushion and then back at Lidia glorious and glistening in the aftermath, wearing his release like it was exactly where it belonged.

She caught his gaze, her grin widening as she stretched lazily, completely unbothered by the mess. If anything, she reveled in it.

"Guess you're gonna have to clean that up later," she teased, nodding towards the stray shot on the couch though the wicked glint in her eye made it clear she wasn't talking about the furniture.

Stefan could only smile, still catching his breath, already wondering how long it would take before he was ready to "paint" her all over again.

Reaching over, he grabbed the forgotten joint from the ashtray now half-burnt but salvageable. He sparked it back to life, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke calm the last remnants of tension in his body.

With a lazy exhale, he passed it to Lidia, who accepted it with a contented sigh her naked body still glistening, streaked with his release, looking utterly debauched and utterly beautiful.

For a long moment, they just lay there limbs tangled, the soft thrum of music filling the background, bass vibrating faintly beneath them. The scent of sex, sweat, and weed hung heavy in the air, wrapping around them like a warm, intoxicating blanket.

Lidia's gaze drifted lazily across Stefan's chest, watching the slow rise and fall of his breathing. She wasn't sure how long she'd been tracing invisible patterns along his skin it could've been seconds or hours. Everything felt soft, slow... like even time was too high to move properly.

God, even watching him breathe is hypnotic right now... she thought with a faint, sleepy smile.

Lidia took a drag, blowing a lazy stream of smoke toward the ceiling, her head resting against Stefan's shoulder.

"Well..." she murmured, her lips curling into a sleepy grin, "this was definitely better than our usual movie nights..."

Stefan chuckled, his hand drifting to her thigh, fingers tracing absent patterns on her skin.

"Yeah..." he agreed, his voice low and content. "We should've done this ages ago."

Lidia smirked, her eyes closing as she melted further into the couch.

"Good thing we've got plenty of weed left..." she whispered, already thinking about the next round.

The night outside Belgrade hummed softly through the cracked window cars, distant voices, life carrying on while inside, two friends lay tangled in a haze of satisfaction, knowing damn well this was the start of something dangerously addictive.

Then, through the soft hum of music and the scent of sex and smoke, Lidia let out a drowsy giggle that made Stefan glance over at her.

"Do you think..." she began, her voice light and slurred with contentment, "other versions of us in parallel universes are doing this too?"

Stefan laughed, low and slow, the sound vibrating through his chest as he exhaled a lazy plume of smoke toward the ceiling. "If they're smart, yeah..." he muttered, lips curling into a crooked smile.

Lidia turned her head, resting her chin on his shoulder, her hair tickling his skin, eyes glazed and glowing. "Like, there's probably some other me riding some other you on a spaceship right now..."

Stefan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Hot."

She laughed again, soft and warm, before letting the silence stretch for a beat comfortable and thick with possibility. Then she added, more serious this time, though still teasing:

"So... friends with benefits?"

Her eyes held his, wide and waiting not nervous, not needy. Just open.

Stefan didn't answer right away. He just handed her the joint, still burning faintly between his fingers. His smirk said it all.

Lidia took it with a chuckle, dragging deeply and holding it in before leaning over, pressing her lips softly to his in a lazy, lingering kiss. It was slow and sensual, full of afterglow and smoke, tasting like weed and everything they weren't saying aloud.

"Guess I'll have to bring that strong stuff more often..." she whispered against his mouth, her words curling like smoke between them.

Stefan's hand trailed down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her hip where his release had dried on her skin. He gave her a light squeeze, pulling her closer into the tangle of limbs and sheets.

"Next time..." he murmured, voice low and rough with promise, "I'm making you beg."

Lidia raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Promises, promises..." she murmured with a wicked grin, her fingertips dancing along his chest.

They both laughed softly stoned, spent, and satisfied.

Outside, Belgrade murmured with its midnight sounds cars in the distance, muffled voices echoing through apartment walls, a dog barking somewhere far off.

But inside Stefan's apartment, time stopped mattering. The night had stretched and blurred, like the edges of their friendship. They lay tangled together, skin to skin, high and humming, not needing to name whatever this was not yet.

Because in that moment, there was no tomorrow.

Just the afterglow, the haze, and the unspoken agreement:

This wasn't a one-time thing.