“Shh. It’s okay. I’ll— I’LL DO ALLLL THE WOORK. You just sit down okkaay capooo?” He let out a small laugh before inching closer. “Just leave it to me. If god gets mad at us, I’ll tell him it was all my fault okay?”
Mista leaned closer, sliding down the other’s top to have easier access to his neck. His lips softy kissed against his the blonde’s soft skin, fingers working to remove Giorno’s upper clothing.
His soft kisses however, soon turned to rough bites, lips sucking on different parts of his neck— light skin becoming red little by little.
【 ✮ 】— He could feel his cheeks burning so much, maybe even more than the lava resting inside the Vesuvius. Giorno found himself trying to push him away, wanting to stop him from reaching the point of no-return, wanting him to go to bed and at least wait to be sober before engaging something with him… But the truth was that Giorno himself wanted him to go on on the first place.
— « Mista, wait–ahn! »
— If at first those were kisses able to make him falter with their apparent softness, now there were hickeys and bites blooming all over his neck like tiny red rose buds, together with heavy sighs, the shirt being unbuttoned and showing more of the pale, smooth chest of the Don.
