her presence might seem overwhelming as she pressed her forehead into the crown of his, her face much closer than she allowed herself, her tone dropping to just above a whisper. "dito, do you want to kiss again?" her fingers found their way into his hair, combing it back for a second as she added on, "if you be quiet for a while, i'll do it."
The fact that she was so close again made his cheeks burn a faint shade of red. It was frustrating, damnit. He was a Disciple. He didn’t react this way – especially to women-to acts of intimacy. The warm feeling of her breath ghosting over his skin sent shivers down his spine, and those fingers carding through his hair… gods, he could barely function outside of his thoughts, made evident by the small, almost inaudible breath of satisfaction he’d released. He couldn’t deny her inquiry, no matter how badly his tongue burned to do so. His golden eyes were focused on her lips, brimming with desire - with want he hadn’t known he possessed. He could feel emotion pooling within his stomach, a dull, uncomfortable heat. It was almost as overwhelming as she was, looming over him like that. Dito forced himself to look away – as best as he could, anyway, with another person so close to him, muttering under his breath only once he was certain he could string together a proper sentence. “ … Stop joking around, dumbass. ”






















