Tim lay beside him now, flat on his back with his hands clasped behind his head. Jay inched his way closer until his head was resting on his chest. Tim glanced down at him and smiled.
"You did keep your promise about it feeling good. We'll have to do that again sometime."
"We will, I promise. Whenever you want, whatever you want to do." Forbidden fruit, once tasted, was a powerful and highly addictive drug.
His eyes opened wide for a moment and his hand shot out across Tim's chest, tearing open the drawer on the nightstand. Tim stared down at him in utter confusion.
"Jay, what are you-"
"Here." He had found what he was looking for - a sleek metal cylinder made to look like a cigarette. One end had a small hole in it and the other has a roughly textured red light. Tim took it from him and stared at him quizzically, waiting for an explanation.
"Just put that end in your mouth and breathe in. It'll replace the menthonol you lost. You came, too. When menthonol is burned up really fast it leaves a sort of slick, almost oily feeling water behind. I knew you'd burn up a lot of it when these nerves," He ran his fingers along Tim's cock, earning a harsh hiss from the metal man. "were in use. I made it so that you'd cum once enough of it was burned up." He blushed lightly. "I didn't want to be the only one having fun."
Tim cocked his head slightly, but he obeyed.
Jay bit his lip as he watched Tim take a deep drag and exhale a thin line of smoke. There was something about seeing him smoke that was really, really attractive.