Tobacco
By Tsu Chan

He had always liked the armchair. He had sat in it the first day of his interview, waiting for the short pudgy German man he had imagined Siegfried to be. He had sat in it smoking his pipe while they exchanged stories of their patients and advice on the harder ones to cure.

He had sat on it the first time Siegfried had kissed him, a flurry of sensations and tastes and smells; the tobacco smoke tasting rich and almost sensually pleasant. It was almost too strong to taste Siegfried through, but he had managed, closing his eyes and returning the sentiment.

He had known as he had sat there what made the girls crazy for Siegfried. He had known as Siegfried had kissed him what made him crazy for Siegfried.

And when the other man had pulled back with an odd but entirely Siegfried smile crossing his face, James had wondered what made Siegfried crazy for him.

By the time he was moving to refill his pipe at the mantle, Siegfried had answered his question for him, his eyes crinkling with a smile that didn’t quite touch his lips the way his usual charming smiles did.

And James smiled back and let Siegfried offer him his tobacco, knowing as he took it that he would never be able to smoke again without tasting the kisses they shared.

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