[Fugo fondly brushes his thumb over Giorno's cheek, flushed red with embarrassment. He's cute. He's so cute, right now, and annoyed with himself. Fugo is able to keep the silly compliment to himself, since Giorno never appreciates compliments when he's feeling self-conscious. This leaves him with little ability to resist leaning back in to nuzzle and kiss down Giorno's neck. God, he loves it when Giorno plays with his hair. There really is nothing more comforting in the world, save for the feeling of Giorno's hand in his.]

Okay doesn't even come close. [Fugo murmurs this onto Giorno's skin between kisses, slowly making his way down until he reaches Giorno's pulse point. He lingers here, sighs contently, and leaves an open-mouthed kiss over Giorno's fluttering heartbeat before moving on to nibble at his collarbone.] You were wonderful. Gorgeous. I've-- never seen anyone more beautiful, or felt so good in my own skin before.

[He peeks up at Giorno through his lashes, shyness bubbling back up to the surface. This sort of thing-- it's not easy for him, either. He's only able to manage it because he can sense Giorno's fingers craning across this invisible gap, reaching as far as he can to meet him halfway.]

I feel so lucky that I get to share this with you. That I get to-- learn more and get better at it with you. [A pause, then--] Is this good?