[Above him, Giorno's ragged voice catches around the corners and edges of the words he's trying to make; underneath his hands and his mouth, Giorno shivers and trembles. Giorno's arms are all around him, holding him tight and close and safe, fingers digging into the skin of his back.]
I have you, [he promises, voice a reassuring, fervent murmur against Giorno's shoulder. This needs to be said. Giorno has to hear it, just as much as he needed and still needs to hear how much Fugo loves him. Aishiteru. Mio corpo, mio cuore, la mia anima. A feeling that's too enormous for words, so he has to express it every other way he can.] I have you.
[His teeth graze one last time against their point of symmetry; then he kisses it, before moving to the hollow of his throat. He sort of wants to kiss up Giorno's neck again, but he's not sure he can maintain the lazy softness of the gesture. So instead he just leans up and in to kiss Giorno's mouth, oddly haphazard, for Fugo, in his insistence.]
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I have you, [he promises, voice a reassuring, fervent murmur against Giorno's shoulder. This needs to be said. Giorno has to hear it, just as much as he needed and still needs to hear how much Fugo loves him. Aishiteru. Mio corpo, mio cuore, la mia anima. A feeling that's too enormous for words, so he has to express it every other way he can.] I have you.
[His teeth graze one last time against their point of symmetry; then he kisses it, before moving to the hollow of his throat. He sort of wants to kiss up Giorno's neck again, but he's not sure he can maintain the lazy softness of the gesture. So instead he just leans up and in to kiss Giorno's mouth, oddly haphazard, for Fugo, in his insistence.]