[Later, Fugo will be pretty embarrassed by his own behavior. They were on a stage. Anyone could have walked in on them. But in this moment, he doesn't want to and frankly can't think about anything or anyone but--]
Giogio, [he sighs, into the crook of his neck.] Giorno.
[In this moment, he could sit on this bench and kiss Giorno's neck... probably forever. He's so close. So warm. So soft. Giorno's grip on his shoulder and at his hip is tight, almost painful; he can feel each fingertip as it digs into his side. The smell of Giorno's fading perfume, floral and sweet, tickles his nose.]
Mm. You smell nice. [He kisses Giorno's neck again, thoughtful. They're all caught up with each other and balanced enough... for now. But there really isn't much room for them together on the bench, even though Giorno has squirmed as close to him as he possibly can get. Not a lot of room for error.] Do... you want to stay here? Or go somewhere else.
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Giogio, [he sighs, into the crook of his neck.] Giorno.
[In this moment, he could sit on this bench and kiss Giorno's neck... probably forever. He's so close. So warm. So soft. Giorno's grip on his shoulder and at his hip is tight, almost painful; he can feel each fingertip as it digs into his side. The smell of Giorno's fading perfume, floral and sweet, tickles his nose.]
Mm. You smell nice. [He kisses Giorno's neck again, thoughtful. They're all caught up with each other and balanced enough... for now. But there really isn't much room for them together on the bench, even though Giorno has squirmed as close to him as he possibly can get. Not a lot of room for error.] Do... you want to stay here? Or go somewhere else.