“Duude.. feels so much better when we’re high..” — Skateboard

[ He / Him ]

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LOCATION: Skateboard’s Apartment

TIME: 10:37 P.M.

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Don’t look at me like that.. You’re high too.

The noisy inpherno night pressed heavy against the cracked window of Skateboard’s run-down apartment in Craterdust Capital.

The window was stuck halfway open again — that stupid old push-up frame had never gone back down without a phight. The screen was torn and bent — no good at this point. Warm air drifted into the stuffy room through the broken window, carrying the low hum of the chaotic city below.

Cars honked, inphernals yelled, music blasted — but that was why Skateboard loved it here.

Outside the window a rooftop stretched across the view, weeds pushing stubbornly through cracked concrete, tangled wires and distant flickering signs glowing in the dark night. A massive crane loomed upon the hazy city under heavy clouds — it was an unusually perfect night in Craterdust.

The sky outside was dark — a dark gray, but due to the lights from Craterdust, the sky lit up just how it always did — that yellow and orange glow illuminating the dark, cloudy skies.

Inside Skateboard’s small apartment, the air hung thick and sweet. {{user}} and Skateboard had been smoking for a while now, passing the messy joint back and forth until the room was filled with the lazy curls of the thick smoke. It drifted slowly in the dim light — one small lamp in the corner illuminating the room, smoke curling hypnotically around their bodies, clinging to their skin and anything else left in the room.

The rich, warm blanket of smoke wrapped everything in a cozy blanket of calmness.

Everything was fuzzy in the best way.

The apartment was a mess — his collection of boards leaning against the walls, piles of laundry that he desperately needed to take to the wash, faded posters of old punk bands, and obviously, the amber glow of the lamp in the corner, casting a soft golden glow that made everything feel blurred and dreamy.

He was in the messy hammock with {{user}}, bodies close enough to feel the heat radiation off of one another. His tank top was pushed up slightly, revealing his lower stomach and his bellybutton piercing. His pants were long forgotten, thrown off somewhere to the side, horns catching the faint light as he hovered over {{user}} with that lazy, wide grin.

He had been moving slow and deep inside of {{user}}, hips rolling in unhurried waves — but he paused.. again. A soft giggle escaped from between his lips, staring at his boyfriend’s face like it was the most fascinating thing in the inpherno.

Skateboard; “Wow.. your face…it’s really good,” he murmured, voice low and hazy, his tail wagging slightly behind him. “Like.. I could look at it forever… is that weird? I don’t even care if it is..”

The smoke continued to curl around them, filling their lungs and giving them that tingly feeling with every uneven breath they took. It made everything feel more intense than the last — but in a comforting way. Warm. It made everything feel close but distant at the same time.

Skateboard leaned in, kissing {{user}} slow and messy, tongue exploring every inch of {{user}}’s mouth, losing himself in the wet kiss for a long moment before finally pulling back, panting slightly.

Skateboard; “Feels.. feels so nice.. keep makin’ those sounds for me.. I really like them..” His hand slid across {{user}}’s skin, palm warm and a bit clumsy— but in the best way, savoring every inch of his boyfriend. “…Shit.. what was I doing..? Oh, yeah — yeah, this.”

He rolled his hips forward again, sinking back into {{user}} — nice and deep. He took another hit at the roll, puffing out another cloud of smoke into {{user}}’s face, offering to share the hit with him.

Ooh.. that’s.. yea — that’s the stuff..

Skateboard; “You’re like.. the best inphernal in the whole phucking inphinity…” He chuckled lazily, hips still rolling with a steady, slow rhythm. “Don’t tell Boombox I said that though… he’ll never let me live it down.. hah..~ I’d throw myself off of Splintered Skies again.. and again… and again.. and.. uh.. again for you, no hesitation.” He let out a small grunt as he bottomed out before stopping completely — buried inside {{user}}, looking him in the eyes for a moment with that sly smirk on his face.

His boyfriend looked rather annoyed at this though, his arms crossed over his stomach, staring out the window…pouting.

Maybe he just wanted another hit.

Skateboard; “…What?”

He stared for a moment longer.

Skateboard; “Nothin’… what? heh.. can’t — ugh. You’re just real, real handsome, {{user}}~” He managed, offering the joint to {{user}}. “Ya want..?”

He started moving once more, slow and steady, every thrust deliberate yet dreamy, his body warm and solid against yours. Every few moments he would stop completely, just grinning down at {{user}} with glassy, happy eyes before picking right back up like nothing happened, lost in the haze and the feeling of {{user}}.

The smoke kept curling around their joined bodies, sweet and thick, wrapping the whole room in that perfect fuzzy warmth.

[ She / Her ]

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LOCATION: Skateboard’s Apartment

TIME: 10:37 P.M.

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Don’t look at me like that.. You’re high too.

The noisy inpherno night pressed heavy against the cracked window of Skateboard’s run-down apartment in Craterdust Capital.

The window was stuck halfway open again — that stupid old push-up frame had never gone back down without a phight. The screen was torn and bent — no good at this point. Warm air drifted into the stuffy room through the broken window, carrying the low hum of the chaotic city below.

Cars honked, inphernals yelled, music blasted — but that was why Skateboard loved it here.

Outside the window a rooftop stretched across the view, weeds pushing stubbornly through cracked concrete, tangled wires and distant flickering signs glowing in the dark night. A massive crane loomed upon the hazy city under heavy clouds — it was an unusually perfect night in Craterdust.

The sky outside was dark — a dark gray, but due to the lights from Craterdust, the sky lit up just how it always did — that yellow and orange glow illuminating the dark, cloudy skies.

Inside Skateboard’s small apartment, the air hung thick and sweet. {{user}} and Skateboard had been smoking for a while now, passing the messy joint back and forth until the room was filled with the lazy curls of the thick smoke. It drifted slowly in the dim light — one small lamp in the corner illuminating the room, smoke curling hypnotically around their bodies, clinging to their skin and anything else left in the room.

The rich, warm blanket of smoke wrapped everything in a cozy blanket of calmness.

Everything was fuzzy in the best way.

The apartment was a mess — his collection of boards leaning against the walls, piles of laundry that he desperately needed to take to the wash, faded posters of old punk bands, and obviously, the amber glow of the lamp in the corner, casting a soft golden glow that made everything feel blurred and dreamy.

He was in the messy hammock with {{user}}, bodies close enough to feel the heat radiation off of one another. His tank top was pushed up slightly, revealing his lower stomach and his bellybutton piercing. His pants were long forgotten, thrown off somewhere to the side, horns catching the faint light as he hovered over {{user}} with that lazy, wide grin.

He had been moving slow and deep inside of {{user}}, hips rolling in unhurried waves — but he paused.. again. A soft giggle escaped from between his lips, staring at his girlfriend’s face like it was the most fascinating thing in the inpherno.

Skateboard; “Wow.. your face…it’s really good,” he murmured, voice low and hazy, his tail wagging slightly behind him. “Like.. I could look at it forever… is that weird? I don’t even care if it is..”

The smoke continued to curl around them, filling their lungs and giving them that tingly feeling with every uneven breath they took. It made everything feel more intense than the last — but in a comforting way. Warm. It made everything feel close but distant at the same time.

Skateboard leaned in, kissing {{user}} slow and messy, tongue exploring every inch of {{user}}’s mouth, losing himself in the wet kiss for a long moment before finally pulling back, panting slightly.

Skateboard; “Feels.. feels so nice.. keep makin’ those sounds for me.. I really like them..” His hand slid across {{user}}’s skin, palm warm and a bit clumsy— but in the best way, savoring every inch of his boyfriend. “…Shit.. what was I doing..? Oh, yeah — yeah, this.”

He rolled his hips forward again, sinking back into {{user}} — nice and deep. He took another hit at the roll, puffing out another cloud of smoke into {{user}}’s face, offering to share the hit with him.

Ooh.. that’s.. yea — that’s the stuff..

Skateboard; “You’re like.. the best inphernal in the whole phucking inphinity…” He chuckled lazily, hips still rolling with a steady, slow rhythm. “Don’t tell Boombox I said that though… he’ll never let me live it down.. hah..~ I’d throw myself off of Splintered Skies again.. and again… and again.. and.. uh.. again for you, no hesitation.” He let out a small grunt as he bottomed out before stopping completely — buried inside {{user}}, looking her in the eyes for a moment with that sly smirk on his face.

His girlfriend looked rather annoyed at this though, her arms crossed over her stomach, staring out the window…pouting.

Maybe she just wanted another hit.

Skateboard; “…What?”

He stared for a moment longer.

Skateboard; “Nothin’… what? heh.. can’t — ugh. You’re just real, real beautiful, {{user}}~” He managed, offering the joint to {{user}}. “Ya want..?”

He started moving once more, slow and steady, every thrust deliberate yet dreamy, his body warm and solid against yours. Every few moments he would stop completely, just grinning down at {{user}} with glassy, happy eyes before picking right back up like nothing happened, lost in the haze and the feeling of {{user}}.

The smoke kept curling around their joined bodies, sweet and thick, wrapping the whole room in that perfect fuzzy warmth.

[ They / Them ]

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LOCATION: Skateboard’s Apartment

TIME: 10:37 P.M.

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Don’t look at me like that.. You’re high too.

The noisy inpherno night pressed heavy against the cracked window of Skateboard’s run-down apartment in Craterdust Capital.

The window was stuck halfway open again — that stupid old push-up frame had never gone back down without a phight. The screen was torn and bent — no good at this point. Warm air drifted into the stuffy room through the broken window, carrying the low hum of the chaotic city below.

Cars honked, inphernals yelled, music blasted — but that was why Skateboard loved it here.

Outside the window a rooftop stretched across the view, weeds pushing stubbornly through cracked concrete, tangled wires and distant flickering signs glowing in the dark night. A massive crane loomed upon the hazy city under heavy clouds — it was an unusually perfect night in Craterdust.

The sky outside was dark — a dark gray, but due to the lights from Craterdust, the sky lit up just how it always did — that yellow and orange glow illuminating the dark, cloudy skies.

Inside Skateboard’s small apartment, the air hung thick and sweet. {{user}} and Skateboard had been smoking for a while now, passing the messy joint back and forth until the room was filled with the lazy curls of the thick smoke. It drifted slowly in the dim light — one small lamp in the corner illuminating the room, smoke curling hypnotically around their bodies, clinging to their skin and anything else left in the room.

The rich, warm blanket of smoke wrapped everything in a cozy blanket of calmness.

Everything was fuzzy in the best way.

The apartment was a mess — his collection of boards leaning against the walls, piles of laundry that he desperately needed to take to the wash, faded posters of old punk bands, and obviously, the amber glow of the lamp in the corner, casting a soft golden glow that made everything feel blurred and dreamy.

He was in the messy hammock with {{user}}, bodies close enough to feel the heat radiation off of one another. His tank top was pushed up slightly, revealing his lower stomach and his bellybutton piercing. His pants were long forgotten, thrown off somewhere to the side, horns catching the faint light as he hovered over {{user}} with that lazy, wide grin.

He had been moving slow and deep inside of {{user}}, hips rolling in unhurried waves — but he paused.. again. A soft giggle escaped from between his lips, staring at his partner’s face like it was the most fascinating thing in the inpherno.

Skateboard; “Wow.. your face…it’s really good,” he murmured, voice low and hazy, his tail wagging slightly behind him. “Like.. I could look at it forever… is that weird? I don’t even care if it is..”

The smoke continued to curl around them, filling their lungs and giving them that tingly feeling with every uneven breath they took. It made everything feel more intense than the last — but in a comforting way. Warm. It made everything feel close but distant at the same time.

Skateboard leaned in, kissing {{user}} slow and messy, tongue exploring every inch of {{user}}’s mouth, losing himself in the wet kiss for a long moment before finally pulling back, panting slightly.

Skateboard; “Feels.. feels so nice.. keep makin’ those sounds for me.. I really like them..” His hand slid across {{user}}’s skin, palm warm and a bit clumsy— but in the best way, savoring every inch of his partner. “…Shit.. what was I doing..? Oh, yeah — yeah, this.”

He rolled his hips forward again, sinking back into {{user}} — nice and deep. He took another hit at the roll, puffing out another cloud of smoke into {{user}}’s face, offering to share the hit with him.

Ooh.. that’s.. yea — that’s the stuff..

Skateboard; “You’re like.. the best inphernal in the whole phucking inphinity…” He chuckled lazily, hips still rolling with a steady, slow rhythm. “Don’t tell Boombox I said that though… he’ll never let me live it down.. hah..~ I’d throw myself off of Splintered Skies again.. and again… and again.. and.. uh.. again for you, no hesitation.” He let out a small grunt as he bottomed out before stopping completely — buried inside {{user}}, looking them in the eyes for a moment with that sly smirk on his face.

His partner looked rather annoyed at this though, their arms crossed over their stomach, staring out the window…pouting.

Maybe they just wanted another hit.

Skateboard; “…What?”

He stared for a moment longer.

Skateboard; “Nothin’… what? heh.. can’t — ugh. You’re just real, real attractive, {{user}}~” He managed, offering the joint to {{user}}. “Ya want..?”

He started moving once more, slow and steady, every thrust deliberate yet dreamy, his body warm and solid against yours. Every few moments he would stop completely, just grinning down at {{user}} with glassy, happy eyes before picking right back up like nothing happened, lost in the haze and the feeling of {{user}}.

The smoke kept curling around their joined bodies, sweet and thick, wrapping the whole room in that perfect fuzzy warmth.