[Fugo is holding onto him so tightly. Fugo is so close, and it feels so good, which he says--you feel good and ti amo, and then Fugo bites him again, and he has to let his eyes flutter shut against it. Lets his breath stutter out and his lungs linger empty for a moment, because the way it hurts and feels good at the same time is too important and he doesn't need to breathe at all, it'd just be a distraction.]
[Another moment and he breathes in on a gasp, rough and harsh. His fingers at Fugo's hip find their way to the small of his back, snuck under his shirt and digging in. He has a lot he wants to express, but he can't fit it into a properly comprehensible order; it comes out in fits and starts, yes fugo yours ti amo i love you aishiteru. He leans against Fugo, trembling a little with the effort of staying upright--but he doesn't want to fall. He wants this, Fugo in his lap and his arms, holding him up at the same time as he's held up. This is perfect. He doesn't want a single thing to change.]
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[Another moment and he breathes in on a gasp, rough and harsh. His fingers at Fugo's hip find their way to the small of his back, snuck under his shirt and digging in. He has a lot he wants to express, but he can't fit it into a properly comprehensible order; it comes out in fits and starts, yes fugo yours ti amo i love you aishiteru. He leans against Fugo, trembling a little with the effort of staying upright--but he doesn't want to fall. He wants this, Fugo in his lap and his arms, holding him up at the same time as he's held up. This is perfect. He doesn't want a single thing to change.]