[Which he knew, of course he knew that, it makes sense that it's a terrible idea and he shouldn't have suggested it, but--he didn't care, and honestly in a few minutes he won't care again. Right now, though, he cares a lot. The helpless, needy look on Fugo's face is his whole world right up until Fugo thrusts further and harder than he expected or knows what to do with. His cock hits the back of Giorno's throat, and he just--freezes, chokes, jerks back. Not far, because Fugo's holding him so tight, but he can breathe, at least.]
[Messy, he thinks, faintly, because it's on his face a little, and the bed; he coughs, stares up at Fugo, coughs again. His throat sort of hurts, and his eyes are wide and startled, but it's not--he did that.]
Fugo--
[Fuck. He wipes his mouth, clears his throat again.]
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[Which he knew, of course he knew that, it makes sense that it's a terrible idea and he shouldn't have suggested it, but--he didn't care, and honestly in a few minutes he won't care again. Right now, though, he cares a lot. The helpless, needy look on Fugo's face is his whole world right up until Fugo thrusts further and harder than he expected or knows what to do with. His cock hits the back of Giorno's throat, and he just--freezes, chokes, jerks back. Not far, because Fugo's holding him so tight, but he can breathe, at least.]
[Messy, he thinks, faintly, because it's on his face a little, and the bed; he coughs, stares up at Fugo, coughs again. His throat sort of hurts, and his eyes are wide and startled, but it's not--he did that.]
Fugo--
[Fuck. He wipes his mouth, clears his throat again.]
Are you okay?