“You know, half the problem in quitting smoking is the oral fixation,” Aoi purred plucking the cigarette from between the vocalist’s beautiful lips. He leaned in, inches from Ruki’s lips.
The singer smirked, his anger subsiding a bit. Aoi always had that effect on him. “Are you going to help me with that?”
“Well, Ruki-kun, I can give you something else to suck on, something that would fill that pretty little mouth of yours better than a cigarette would,” Aoi purred.