Oral fixation
You hated it, you really did.
The haze of toxic air that surrounded him like a veil of evil death. You would watch as he would inhale, the tip burning brightly before dying down again and then more mist consumed the room as he exhaled.
You hated it most when you sat near him and he was nervous. One after another, a new cancer stick was put in to his mouth and the air would become hazy, a strain to look through. Breathing was a challenge as the venomous ingredients poked and prodded at your lungs.
But on the contrary. You loved watching him.
The way his teeth would nibble on the filter and how he'd leave it in his mouth unlit. His tongue would make small appearances as he'd push it around. And when he really got involved in something, may it be a video game or spying it would fall out and he'd resort to biting his lip, occasionally licking it.
There had been many times you'd be beside him, researching people for Mello as Matt spied and listened to tapes, and see these small habits he did and you'd have to stop yourself from ravaging him right then and there. You'd often wondered what his lips felt like, his tongue…..what he tasted like. You'd bet it'd be smoke but you had a feeling there'd be more to it. You really wanted to find out…and soon.
So maybe now you couldn't help but be fully attracted to Matt's cigarettes. You blamed him 100% for your oral fixation.