[Thank God no one's home. He and Giorno aren't sneaking around; they've never been, even when they were quieter about all of this. Dating stuff. But Fugo is plainly relieved that there's no one around to look at them with a knowing smile as they very pointedly, very quickly, very obviously head upstairs and make a beeline for Giorno's bedroom. But the relief is honestly overwhelmed by a beat of excitement each time Giorno squeezes his hand.
Almost there. Nearly there. Just a few more steps.]
[He's not surprised at all by the way Giorno pushes forward to kiss him. That's why he didn't turn around to close the door; instead, he reached behind him to push it into place with the palm of his left hand. This leaves his right hand free to reach out and pull Giorno in by the waist to expedite the kiss he can see Giorno leaning in for. The kiss is bright, sweet, and altogether too quick. But Fugo's willing to let it slide, because Giorno's hands are currently occupied with unknotting his tie.]
I love you. [Fuck. Wait. He needs both of his hands, doesn't he? To shrug his jacket off. Fuck it, he'll just work on the left shoulder first and deal with the right in a moment. He doesn't want to let go of Giorno; since Giorno is busy with Fugo's tie, it's up to him to steer them to the bed.] Since you're there. Mind getting the buttons?
[There's a note of humor in his voice and the quirk of his smile--but it's a very serious question. Giorno never minds getting his buttons. Fugo knows that Giorno is particularly weak to the temptations of unbuttoning His Boyfriend's pajama shirts, which really aren't that different from the nicely pressed shirt he's currently wearing. It's not the sort of question Fugo would pose to Giorno if he were at all opposed to the idea of unbuttoning his shirt.]
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Almost there. Nearly there. Just a few more steps.]
[He's not surprised at all by the way Giorno pushes forward to kiss him. That's why he didn't turn around to close the door; instead, he reached behind him to push it into place with the palm of his left hand. This leaves his right hand free to reach out and pull Giorno in by the waist to expedite the kiss he can see Giorno leaning in for. The kiss is bright, sweet, and altogether too quick. But Fugo's willing to let it slide, because Giorno's hands are currently occupied with unknotting his tie.]
I love you. [Fuck. Wait. He needs both of his hands, doesn't he? To shrug his jacket off. Fuck it, he'll just work on the left shoulder first and deal with the right in a moment. He doesn't want to let go of Giorno; since Giorno is busy with Fugo's tie, it's up to him to steer them to the bed.] Since you're there. Mind getting the buttons?
[There's a note of humor in his voice and the quirk of his smile--but it's a very serious question. Giorno never minds getting his buttons. Fugo knows that Giorno is particularly weak to the temptations of unbuttoning His Boyfriend's pajama shirts, which really aren't that different from the nicely pressed shirt he's currently wearing. It's not the sort of question Fugo would pose to Giorno if he were at all opposed to the idea of unbuttoning his shirt.]