[The way Fugo's hand rests at the small of his back is--stunning. Fugo holds him in place, fingers buried in his hair, as though nothing in the world is as important as keeping him close. Which--well, of course the feeling's mutual. It feels so good to be so wanted. Giorno arches against the weight of Fugo's hand where it perfectly fits against the curve of his spine. That feels good, too; Fugo's found the easiest place to put slight pressure to keep them pressed together. It's efficient. And Fugo's palm and fingertips are hot against his skin.]
[He can't manage to keep still. Not that he needs to, but he's a little amused with himself, in a distant way, how he feels so relaxed and so restless all at once. He presses back against Fugo's hand again and sighs happily at the resistance he finds. It's another way for Fugo to ask for what he wants; of course he likes it.]
You can't tease me. [Faux-offended, because of course Fugo can, and should be encouraged to, because that's nice, too. He tugs Fugo's bottom lip between his teeth, gentle and sweeter than a bite has any right to be, before kissing him properly, softly.] It's your fault. You did that.
[All of this, really, is Fugo's fault. He wouldn't want Fugo so much if he weren't so extraordinary. He wouldn't want Fugo so much in this specific moment if Fugo weren't so good to him, so thoughtful and understanding. And if Fugo hadn't kissed his neck in public, admittedly. It's a complex combination of factors.]
[Ultimately it's just Fugo, though. It's obvious, too, when Giorno pulls back briefly to look at him, Fugo with his lazy smile and color high on his cheeks. Giorno's hair is falling over his shoulders and getting in the way, but it's okay, because Fugo likes it. Which makes him smile. Everything about Fugo right now makes him smile.]
[His gaze drifts to the marks on Fugo's shoulder, which--god. Fugo is so pretty. Giorno blinks slowly, catching his lip between his teeth, and doesn't try to stop himself from tiptoeing his fingers down Fugo's side, teasingly slow. He leans in and presses his lips to the sweet sensitive spot under Fugo's ear at the same time his fingers find on Fugo's hip again; he draws light circles and nudges up against Fugo's throat, leaving breathy kisses designed to make him shiver.]
"Everything I've thought about" is a lot of things, you know.
[Just. In case there was any question about that.]
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[He can't manage to keep still. Not that he needs to, but he's a little amused with himself, in a distant way, how he feels so relaxed and so restless all at once. He presses back against Fugo's hand again and sighs happily at the resistance he finds. It's another way for Fugo to ask for what he wants; of course he likes it.]
You can't tease me. [Faux-offended, because of course Fugo can, and should be encouraged to, because that's nice, too. He tugs Fugo's bottom lip between his teeth, gentle and sweeter than a bite has any right to be, before kissing him properly, softly.] It's your fault. You did that.
[All of this, really, is Fugo's fault. He wouldn't want Fugo so much if he weren't so extraordinary. He wouldn't want Fugo so much in this specific moment if Fugo weren't so good to him, so thoughtful and understanding. And if Fugo hadn't kissed his neck in public, admittedly. It's a complex combination of factors.]
[Ultimately it's just Fugo, though. It's obvious, too, when Giorno pulls back briefly to look at him, Fugo with his lazy smile and color high on his cheeks. Giorno's hair is falling over his shoulders and getting in the way, but it's okay, because Fugo likes it. Which makes him smile. Everything about Fugo right now makes him smile.]
[His gaze drifts to the marks on Fugo's shoulder, which--god. Fugo is so pretty. Giorno blinks slowly, catching his lip between his teeth, and doesn't try to stop himself from tiptoeing his fingers down Fugo's side, teasingly slow. He leans in and presses his lips to the sweet sensitive spot under Fugo's ear at the same time his fingers find on Fugo's hip again; he draws light circles and nudges up against Fugo's throat, leaving breathy kisses designed to make him shiver.]
"Everything I've thought about" is a lot of things, you know.
[Just. In case there was any question about that.]