Kiss, A JonaDio Fanfic

VII.

Whispers

Using his sleeve, Jojo wipes away some sweat from his brow and temples. Dio does nothing to stop him, only keeping his eyes on his movements, his guard high for the possibility of anything sinister. Jojo opens his mouth to say something but decides against it. This mutual silence tastes richer than chocolate, especially compared to the bickering from before. Still, he does wish to say to assure him that he has no intention of inflicting any harm. 

Jojo begins using a single finger to trace along Dio's skin, beginning at his chin then down his neck. Dio tilts his head up and shudders with pleasure. Jojo is captivated. He lets his finger descend further, tracing his collarbones then back up to curve playfully around his ear, the one with the three tiny freckles aligned like earrings. 

       "Jojo," he whispers, "what are you doing?"

Feeling ashamed, but unable to hide his desire anymore, he tries to read his face for a sign of consent to continue but his expression is too vague, too difficult to tell if he's worried or aroused.

       "My apologies Dio," he says, his voice feathery soft, "shall I leave?"

In all honesty, he wants him to stay, if only for the feel of his cool surface across his entire body. 

     "No," he says sternly, "you may stay."

Dio closes his eyes and sighs, hopeful he won't regret his decision. To play it safe, Jojo decides to sit by his side and rest his head in the crook of his neck. In response, he rests his cheek against his tousled black hair. Jojo nuzzles deeper, inhaling in his sent, finding it ironic how such a warm body could encase such an icy heart. Perhaps I can thaw it out a little, he thinks hopefully.