[Giorno pulls off his distraction perfectly because Fugo barely notices the shoes, save as a reminder that he should also probably get rid of his, because of the delicate prickle of fingernails on the back of his neck. There's a brief but nonetheless terrible moment when Giorno has to let go of him; well, as long as they can't be close for a while he might as well ditch his shirt. It's just getting in the way.
Fugo briefly turns away from Giorno and shrugs his button-down the rest of the way off of his arms; he does manage to hang it off of the back of the chair, although it's not as even as it usually would be. He places one hand on the face of the bed to balance so he can pull his shoes off, then toe them out of the way underneath the chair. And then, finally, he turns back to Giorno, who--]
[God. He looks amazing, with all his curls tumbling down over his shoulder and one hand outstretched. Who wouldn't want to kiss him?]
You'd like another kiss, huh.
[Fugo smiles, warm and wide when he pushes himself up to join Giorno on the bed. He reaches out to gently take Giorno's hand with both of his, holding it close to his chest, and settles into Giorno's lap. Because there really is no better place for him to be.]
I can help with that. [He lifts Giorno's hand up to his mouth.] Where would you like it? Here? [He brushes a kiss to Giorno's knuckles.] Or... here? [The next kiss is left on Giorno's palm, soft and lingering.] Or maybe... [And then a third, to the inside of his wrist.] Tell me where.
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Fugo briefly turns away from Giorno and shrugs his button-down the rest of the way off of his arms; he does manage to hang it off of the back of the chair, although it's not as even as it usually would be. He places one hand on the face of the bed to balance so he can pull his shoes off, then toe them out of the way underneath the chair. And then, finally, he turns back to Giorno, who--]
[God. He looks amazing, with all his curls tumbling down over his shoulder and one hand outstretched. Who wouldn't want to kiss him?]
You'd like another kiss, huh.
[Fugo smiles, warm and wide when he pushes himself up to join Giorno on the bed. He reaches out to gently take Giorno's hand with both of his, holding it close to his chest, and settles into Giorno's lap. Because there really is no better place for him to be.]
I can help with that. [He lifts Giorno's hand up to his mouth.] Where would you like it? Here? [He brushes a kiss to Giorno's knuckles.] Or... here? [The next kiss is left on Giorno's palm, soft and lingering.] Or maybe... [And then a third, to the inside of his wrist.] Tell me where.