[Fugo is kissed, so sweet and soft that he lets go of his little nervous gesture-- only for Giorno to tug on his lip instead. Not hard enough to leave a mark. Yet. Giorno's question, followed by the list of things he wants, makes Fugo chuckle. They were going to be done earlier, except they got caught up in talking again. It's funny.]

Yes, please. [He slides his hands down from Giorno's face, fingers tracing a careful and precise path around his jaw and down his neck; they fan out on his shoulders, palms brushing across his chest until they reach his sides. Then, it's a straight shot down his sides and past the dip of his waist until they find a secure place on Giorno's hips. Fugo presses as close as he can.] Let's be done.

I ... [Color floods his face. He knows what he wants. But can he say it? He knows he should. So, even though it would be easier to just lean in and kiss Giorno, he gives himself half a moment for the worst flutters in his stomach to pass.] Want you to kiss me so much that when we're finished, I won't be able to recite a single fact about macroglossum stellatarum. I'll have to start over when we move on to the second item on your list.