as per this post
Rating: PG-13 and content locked for.. uhm... concepts. *laughs*
They sat at the kitchen table under flickering light. Hakkai had a notepad and pen. Gojyo sprawled in his chair, cigarette in his fingers, smoke trailing from his nostrils.
Hakkai ticked off the list. "Bondage, teasing, blindfolds, fills, nipple clamps, cock torture, public display, baths, hands-on pain, fire play, and... cigarettes? I'm not burning you with a cigarette."
"No, not those two together." Gojyo took another long, slow pull.
"Then how do you mean it?"
"Have you tasted a cigarette after craving one for hours?"
Hakkai shook his head, but shivered at a bloody ghost of a memory. "Right... cigarettes."