Mm-hmm. [Fugo ... honestly isn't expecting Giorno to continue his thought. His hands lazily drift away from Giorno's face, one catching in his hair while the other settles around his shoulder. His eyes drift mostly closed and he allows himself to simply enjoy the way Giorno is leaning against him, the little ticklish flutter of his eyelashes against his jaw, the certainty of the grip on his hip. He sighs contently when he's kissed, further curling into Giorno's arms.
And then Giorno starts talking again. Fugo's eyes snap open and he freezes a little, startled by Giorno's careful examination of his own motives. I want to make you happy, is ... something he knows, both because he can infer it from Giorno's behavior and because he's said it before, but he's never connected it before with so if I know which places make you squirm.]
Oh-- I-- [If they weren't so caught up in each other this would be the point where Fugo, trying to the way he's gone red in the face, would bury his face in a nearby pillow, or hide underneath a blanket, or if all else fails just behind his hands. But Giorno's got a grip on his waist still, so all this amounts to is wiggling in place.] Oh.
[What does he say. What does he do with this information? Make a silly flustered sound and hold on a little tighter onto Giorno instead of pulling away. Is Giorno bullying him, or just thinking out loud? Right now it's very hard for him to tell. He wants to say something, but all of his words are so clumsy and silly all of a sudden.]
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And then Giorno starts talking again. Fugo's eyes snap open and he freezes a little, startled by Giorno's careful examination of his own motives. I want to make you happy, is ... something he knows, both because he can infer it from Giorno's behavior and because he's said it before, but he's never connected it before with so if I know which places make you squirm.]
Oh-- I-- [If they weren't so caught up in each other this would be the point where Fugo, trying to the way he's gone red in the face, would bury his face in a nearby pillow, or hide underneath a blanket, or if all else fails just behind his hands. But Giorno's got a grip on his waist still, so all this amounts to is wiggling in place.] Oh.
[What does he say. What does he do with this information? Make a silly flustered sound and hold on a little tighter onto Giorno instead of pulling away. Is Giorno bullying him, or just thinking out loud? Right now it's very hard for him to tell. He wants to say something, but all of his words are so clumsy and silly all of a sudden.]
Is... that. How it is.