[Oh. Giorno's expression brightens, and then he grins--bright, wide, and mischievous. He finishes undoing Fugo's tie, tugs it so both ends hang down evenly (as much as he'd rather throw it on the ground dramatically, Fugo is far too fussy to allow that), and pulls him forward by the ends for another kiss.]
[This one's different. Honestly the best way to describe this kiss, sweet as it still is, is flirty. It lingers as Giorno seems terribly reluctant to pull away entirely; his hands come up to frame Fugo's face, he allows himself the indulgence of letting his teeth lightly graze Fugo's lower lip, and then . . .]
[Sigh. And then he pulls away just a little, and smiles up at Fugo, and runs his hands down Fugo's jaw and neck and collar until his fingers snag on the top button of Fugo's shirt.]
Okay.
[He is very happy too, and busies himself with this task immediately. Unbuttoning someone else's buttons is one of his newer very favorite things. It's like opening a warm, cute present. His lip catches in his teeth as he works, delighted and focused and anticipating.]
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[This one's different. Honestly the best way to describe this kiss, sweet as it still is, is flirty. It lingers as Giorno seems terribly reluctant to pull away entirely; his hands come up to frame Fugo's face, he allows himself the indulgence of letting his teeth lightly graze Fugo's lower lip, and then . . .]
[Sigh. And then he pulls away just a little, and smiles up at Fugo, and runs his hands down Fugo's jaw and neck and collar until his fingers snag on the top button of Fugo's shirt.]
Okay.
[He is very happy too, and busies himself with this task immediately. Unbuttoning someone else's buttons is one of his newer very favorite things. It's like opening a warm, cute present. His lip catches in his teeth as he works, delighted and focused and anticipating.]