[Yes, Giorno says, with his mouth and his whole body, again and again. He doesn't need to say it with words for Fugo to understand. Giorno kisses an adamant yes into him, gasps then murmurs it onto his mouth. There's no doubt at all that, yes, Giorno likes this and, yes, he wants to continue. Fugo feels yes in each of Giorno's nails as they dig into the skin of his help; it's painted in a broad stroke across his back, a gesture that gently tugs a wordless affirmation from the back of Fugo's throat.
There's simply no room to be embarrassed about any of this. Not when they both want this so much. He stretches his fingers out to their widest possible span, sliding his palm up along the flat of Giorno's stomach to the rhythm of his ragged breath. His skin is so soft and warm; he wants to touch more of it, all of it, as much as he can reach without moving and interrupting this amazing kiss.]
[So he's a little puzzled when Giorno is the one to pull back first. Even while he's catching his breath, Fugo shoots him a puzzled look. Why? Neither of them want to stop, so--
And then it becomes obvious. His eyes go wide and then he presses his lips together, a gesture that feels strange given how sensitive his mouth feels after a kiss like that. Giorno would like him to help with his buttons. Oh. That's. Fugo finds that he likes this prospect, even though he normally doesn't have strong feelings about Giorno's buttons.]
Okay. [Fugo pulls his hand out from under Giorno's shirt, fingers trailing over his skin. He can't quite hold Giorno's gaze; instead, he shyly looks down at the task at hand. And then, finally, after smoothing out a few wrinkles on Giorno's chest, starts to carefully unfasten his buttons. Oh-- there's Girono's collarbone. It's so lovely, just like the rest of him.]
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There's simply no room to be embarrassed about any of this. Not when they both want this so much. He stretches his fingers out to their widest possible span, sliding his palm up along the flat of Giorno's stomach to the rhythm of his ragged breath. His skin is so soft and warm; he wants to touch more of it, all of it, as much as he can reach without moving and interrupting this amazing kiss.]
[So he's a little puzzled when Giorno is the one to pull back first. Even while he's catching his breath, Fugo shoots him a puzzled look. Why? Neither of them want to stop, so--
And then it becomes obvious. His eyes go wide and then he presses his lips together, a gesture that feels strange given how sensitive his mouth feels after a kiss like that. Giorno would like him to help with his buttons. Oh. That's. Fugo finds that he likes this prospect, even though he normally doesn't have strong feelings about Giorno's buttons.]
Okay. [Fugo pulls his hand out from under Giorno's shirt, fingers trailing over his skin. He can't quite hold Giorno's gaze; instead, he shyly looks down at the task at hand. And then, finally, after smoothing out a few wrinkles on Giorno's chest, starts to carefully unfasten his buttons. Oh-- there's Girono's collarbone. It's so lovely, just like the rest of him.]