-- mm. [Briefly, that's the extent of his thoughts. Giorno's mouth is ... so soft. And it's such a sweet, careful kiss. He can sense the nerves behind it. Which he understands, completely, given that this was him not too long ago. So, in the languid moment between kisses, he murmurs:] It's okay. I've got you.
[Because Giorno liked it so much before, Fugo softly strokes his stomach. And then-- slides his hands down, hooks his thumbs into waistband of Giorno's pants and underwear, and eases them off.]
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[Because Giorno liked it so much before, Fugo softly strokes his stomach. And then-- slides his hands down, hooks his thumbs into waistband of Giorno's pants and underwear, and eases them off.]