[Satisfied is the word that closest describes what Fugo feels when he hears Giorno go to pieces once he starts to move-- but close is still fathoms away from the deep, pleasant emotion that fills up his chest. There are no sensible words from him at first. Just the heavy heave of his breath and needy whimpers, all while Giorno tries to hold Fugo tightly in place and give him more room to maneuver at the same time. And then it's just a stream of please, please, please.
Giorno is begging him in every way he can think how to. Fugo's determination to focus on the act itself crumbles, because he has to look at Giorno. Has to see him like this, spine curved, wrecked at the beginning and pleading for more. He's so beautiful. Giorno is like this because of his mouth; because of him, for him. Giorno's fingers are caught tight in his hair. They tug plaintively at him, please, please, please all over again.]
[Fugo does not stop, not even to praise how lovely Giorno or to assure him that all he wants right now is to give Giorno more of what he wants. Instead, he soothingly pets at Giorno's thigh and gladly gives him what he's asking for without teasing him. Yes, is what he means and hopes comes through. Yes, yes, yes. He promised to take care of Giorno, so he does. He steadily bobs his head back and forth, settling in a rhythm that he hopes is neither too fast or too slow. He wants to be gentle with Giorno-- because he loves him, yes, but also because he's dying to see how gorgeous Giorno is when he's desperate to thrust into his mouth.]
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Giorno is begging him in every way he can think how to. Fugo's determination to focus on the act itself crumbles, because he has to look at Giorno. Has to see him like this, spine curved, wrecked at the beginning and pleading for more. He's so beautiful. Giorno is like this because of his mouth; because of him, for him. Giorno's fingers are caught tight in his hair. They tug plaintively at him, please, please, please all over again.]
[Fugo does not stop, not even to praise how lovely Giorno or to assure him that all he wants right now is to give Giorno more of what he wants. Instead, he soothingly pets at Giorno's thigh and gladly gives him what he's asking for without teasing him. Yes, is what he means and hopes comes through. Yes, yes, yes. He promised to take care of Giorno, so he does. He steadily bobs his head back and forth, settling in a rhythm that he hopes is neither too fast or too slow. He wants to be gentle with Giorno-- because he loves him, yes, but also because he's dying to see how gorgeous Giorno is when he's desperate to thrust into his mouth.]