[Ah. Here it is. The moment where Giorno is done feeling sweet and has decided that he wants to be wicked again. Fugo can feel the switch as it happens in his arms, in the sharp-toothed grin in the hollow of his throat. Giorno straightens up to look him in the eye, so he doesn't miss the way color floods Fugo's face-- or the way he bites his lip at that brush of knuckle on his side, the promise of a future touch.]
[And. The question. Giorno is going to mark him up. Will Fugo leave a mark on Giorno? Fugo searches Giorno's expression and then leans in, not to kiss, but to rest their foreheads together.]
I will. [He doesn't ask if Giorno wants one. This is the second time Giorno has expressed it-- I want you to leave marks on me because I'm yours, too.-- and Fugo isn't interested in making Giorno repeat himself further. He runs his fingers through Giorno's hair one last time, pulling his fingers through all those curls, and dropping his hand to let his fingers play along Giorno's collarbone.] Maybe-- here?
[It's where Giorno first left one on him; the place where they discovered this was something they liked. Symmetry, sort of.]
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[And. The question. Giorno is going to mark him up. Will Fugo leave a mark on Giorno? Fugo searches Giorno's expression and then leans in, not to kiss, but to rest their foreheads together.]
I will. [He doesn't ask if Giorno wants one. This is the second time Giorno has expressed it-- I want you to leave marks on me because I'm yours, too.-- and Fugo isn't interested in making Giorno repeat himself further. He runs his fingers through Giorno's hair one last time, pulling his fingers through all those curls, and dropping his hand to let his fingers play along Giorno's collarbone.] Maybe-- here?
[It's where Giorno first left one on him; the place where they discovered this was something they liked. Symmetry, sort of.]