[The way he says it, it's clear that the questioning note in his tone isn't an actual question. It's awe, really. What a terribly dangerous thing for Fugo to give him permission to do. Except . . .]
[Except Fugo likes playing with fire a little, he thinks. When it's him. When it's the two of them . . .]
[And that's the same thing. The same as the teasing thing. Isn't it. Because Fugo feels safe, and like he belongs with someone. Like he has a place to come back to, always. That's why he likes the wickedness.]
[Giorno grins against Fugo's throat and sits up straight, so he can look Fugo in the eye when he says the next thing.]
I'll start here, then. [His fingers are curled into loose fists, his knuckle brushing the bottom of Fugo's ribs on the right side.] Right here. Are you going to do one, too? [Which he tacks onto the end because . . . it's easier not to be shy about it, when he's just finishing up being so rude.]
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[The way he says it, it's clear that the questioning note in his tone isn't an actual question. It's awe, really. What a terribly dangerous thing for Fugo to give him permission to do. Except . . .]
[Except Fugo likes playing with fire a little, he thinks. When it's him. When it's the two of them . . .]
[And that's the same thing. The same as the teasing thing. Isn't it. Because Fugo feels safe, and like he belongs with someone. Like he has a place to come back to, always. That's why he likes the wickedness.]
[Giorno grins against Fugo's throat and sits up straight, so he can look Fugo in the eye when he says the next thing.]
I'll start here, then. [His fingers are curled into loose fists, his knuckle brushing the bottom of Fugo's ribs on the right side.] Right here. Are you going to do one, too? [Which he tacks onto the end because . . . it's easier not to be shy about it, when he's just finishing up being so rude.]