He leaned in playfully, tiers only inches away from one another as a cocky smirk formed over his whiskered features. “Ne… I don’t know if you really want to know. I don’t know if you can handle it, teme.”
As he drew ever closer, Sasuke’s patience only grew to thin, lips forming an evidently low frown as palms set themselves against his chest, shoving gingerly. “The Hell are you doing, Dobe?”