[Well, not really. It's a close call, though. There's a lot about this thing that's happening right now that's unexpected. It isn't the kissing, which he's happily used to by now, and it isn't the emotion, although--maybe the relief of honesty has something to do with it after all.]
[The really strange thing is that they are on a stage. Literally on a stage, and that isn't a very Fugo place to kiss, especially not in this particular way, and Giorno is just about to ask him if he's sure this is okay when . . .]
[When Fugo says you're beautiful, and kisses his neck, and in the space before he bites down hard on his lip there's a helpless gasp that he will later probably refuse to acknowledge.]
[It's honestly his own fault. He shouldn't have underestimated Fugo, the cleverest person he knows, who always learns too fast for anyone else's good. But he did, and now here he is, totally overwhelmed by this learning curve and the words pressed against his throat between kisses. It's karma, not being able to think or even breathe because of carino carino carino, but--as usual-- he's not sorry. As he instinctively digs his fingers into Fugo's hip and moves to grab onto shoulder instead of hair so he won't fall, as he tries to squirm closer and tips his head for better access and stubbornly bites his lip, he isn't even the tiniest bit sorry he was wrong this time.]
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[Well, not really. It's a close call, though. There's a lot about this thing that's happening right now that's unexpected. It isn't the kissing, which he's happily used to by now, and it isn't the emotion, although--maybe the relief of honesty has something to do with it after all.]
[The really strange thing is that they are on a stage. Literally on a stage, and that isn't a very Fugo place to kiss, especially not in this particular way, and Giorno is just about to ask him if he's sure this is okay when . . .]
[When Fugo says you're beautiful, and kisses his neck, and in the space before he bites down hard on his lip there's a helpless gasp that he will later probably refuse to acknowledge.]
[It's honestly his own fault. He shouldn't have underestimated Fugo, the cleverest person he knows, who always learns too fast for anyone else's good. But he did, and now here he is, totally overwhelmed by this learning curve and the words pressed against his throat between kisses. It's karma, not being able to think or even breathe because of carino carino carino, but--as usual-- he's not sorry. As he instinctively digs his fingers into Fugo's hip and moves to grab onto shoulder instead of hair so he won't fall, as he tries to squirm closer and tips his head for better access and stubbornly bites his lip, he isn't even the tiniest bit sorry he was wrong this time.]