Heaven. They were in Heaven, their heads swirling with highs. Oh, he was high. Nothing to see but the colors and his lover smiling at him on his lap. He's got a joint in his hands and he's asking him something. Slow words register to him.
"You stoned?"
Oswald looks at Felix with half-lidded eyes, then he utters a "yeah," and laughs. He doesn't even realize his boyfriend is giggling. It was quite amusing to the cat to see Oswald at his most free state. He was a down to earth rabbit before he gave in to Felix's pleas for hitting up weed.
Oswald has no clue where Felix got his stash. He figures it's a skill to know where to be acquianted with grass when you're an alley cat. He's thankful, though.
In the meantime, they fool around and start kissing, lips pecking each other then a full on make out. Felix was straddling him, legs on either sides of the other's thighs and their euphorias clash together in the feelings of sex.
Felix wasn't as high, Oswald was so far gone into the trip. Every color to him was stretching and turning. He was focused on Felix breaking the kiss and taking a long, breathy hit from the joint and the smokes looked like clouds. The Heavens breathed on him from the face of his lover. He's mesmerized.
His limbs have gone sluggish and he tries to bring his hand to touch Felix. Felix stops him midway as he reaches out for his cheek, he redirects it to his own crotch. They both groan, and so their minds cycle through pleasure, calm, then pleasure again.
Pretty soon, Felix slowly lowers to Oswald's shorts, baring his teeth. The sharp edges snag onto the hem of the fabric and he manages to let down the shorts just enough for his chub to pop free.
That was enough for Felix. He covered the cock with his bristled tongue and absolutely lathered it with his thick drool. Oswald wasn't sure if it was the slobber, the tongue, or both that made him reel his head and whine. He let his arms go limp and he submersed himself to the sight of Felix bobbing on his cock. His brain was on cloud nine. Felix was sucking him and he loved it.
Though Oswald felt the rush of sex and high coursing through his body, he cursed the fact he couldn't even thrust into Felix's mouth. The effect of the weed was consuming him, his hips would only squirm when Felix's lips came crashing down on his crotch.
Maybe it was the marijuana, but Oswald swore that Felix eyed him the whole time of their intercourse, and his eyes were full of love.