[Giorno always takes his time with buttons. That's part of the fun, drawing out the anticipation of the action. So it takes longer than it might if he were truly hurrying as he undoes one button at a time, terribly focused on every brand-new inch of skin.]
[As a result, it takes a moment for him to register Fugo's voice, much less the question. His eyes flick up to meet Fugo's, and--ah. It's that look. Fugo seems to be getting more use of it lately, but he still really doesn't understand, Giorno's sure, the effect it has. That mischievous smugness. It makes his heart fall out of rhythm and his knees weak. It makes it nearly impossible to think of anything but kissing Fugo.]
[Honestly, that look alone would be repayment enough. But that's already been offered for free, so no. He'll come up with something else. A kiss. Or--]
[He bites his lip again, spreads his palm and all five fingers across Fugo's chest. He considers this for a moment, his skin against Fugo's. It looks good. Fugo is very warm. It makes him smile, a little hazy, as he leans in to very-nearly-but-not-quite press his lips to Fugo's. Almost.]
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[As a result, it takes a moment for him to register Fugo's voice, much less the question. His eyes flick up to meet Fugo's, and--ah. It's that look. Fugo seems to be getting more use of it lately, but he still really doesn't understand, Giorno's sure, the effect it has. That mischievous smugness. It makes his heart fall out of rhythm and his knees weak. It makes it nearly impossible to think of anything but kissing Fugo.]
[Honestly, that look alone would be repayment enough. But that's already been offered for free, so no. He'll come up with something else. A kiss. Or--]
[He bites his lip again, spreads his palm and all five fingers across Fugo's chest. He considers this for a moment, his skin against Fugo's. It looks good. Fugo is very warm. It makes him smile, a little hazy, as he leans in to very-nearly-but-not-quite press his lips to Fugo's. Almost.]
How would you most like to repay me?