Andrei & Ashton
"A doobie is a joint," Andrei repeated, using strength to keep it up, massaging Ashton's scalp. It reminded him of the old clan days, where, after a successful night, he'd pile up with his brothers and cousins, play-fighting and sharing affection. Then, they were usually drunk on blood, but still...
Andrei grinned in the darkness, one leg covering Ashton's. "You ain't so bad, drake."