vittorio: smoking with them

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his gaze is intense, and you can feel the heat of his body on yours as his head rests on your lap, the blunt between his fingers. as he exhales, the smoke curls around his face, obscuring his expression for a moment before it dissipates into the air.

"you look beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"yeah?" you chuckle.

he reaches a hand up to the side of your face, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw. his touch is tentative, almost reverent. "you have no idea how beautiful you are," he whispers, his eyes still locked on yours.

"you're always so flirty when you're high." you say.

he chuckles softly, his fingers still tracing the line of your jaw. "i'm always flirty, high or not," he says, his voice low and teasing. "you just notice it more when i'm high."

he takes another hit off the blunt and then holds it up to your lips, offering you a turn.

you lean forward, your lips closing around the blunt as you take a hit. the smoke fills your lungs, and as you exhale, you catch his eyes watching you intently. "see what i mean?" he murmurs, a sly smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"mean what?" you say, blowing out the smoke.

"your lips look really nice when you do that," he answers, his voice still low and husky. he reaches up, his finger gently tracing the outline of your lips. his touch is light and exploratory, like he's mapping something out, trying to memorize the curve of your mouth.

"i could sit here and watch you hit this all night," he says, his eyes drifting half-closed as he watches you. "your lips are so pretty. i've always thought so."

his fingers are still tracing your lips, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

"kiss me then," you joke, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

his eyes widen at the unexpected request, and for a moment he just stares at you in disbelief. then, a slow smile spreads across his face, and he raises an eyebrow. "you sure about that?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his voice. "you might not be able to handle it."

"put that out first." you gesture toward the blunt.

he smirks and places the lit end of the blunt near your thigh, making you raise an eyebrow. the blunt comes into contact with your skin, causing you to let out a hiss before he pulls away and extinguishes it in a nearby ashtray.

"too hot?" he asks, his tone playful. "sorry, just wanted to see your reaction.. i need that kiss now though." he says

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