[God. Fugo is so pretty. It's so hard to focus on being smug when he's so pretty, startled and sulky and disheveled. It's hard to maintain that sharp edge when Fugo looks so soft, his hair messy and spread around his face as he twists his face into a stubborn frown.]
[It gets a little easier when Fugo's fingers find their way back to his hips again, anchoring themselves stubbornly in the fabric of his nightgown. The softness of Giorno's smile ticks up a notch again, teeth showing. But he rests one hand over one of Fugo's anyway, brushing over the tension in his wrist.]
Don't worry. I won't make you let go. I promise.
[Why would he? This is perfect. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if he were kissing Fugo already, which--soon. He trails his fingers up Fugo's arm to his shoulder, then back down again, slowly, until he gets to the place under Fugo's ribcage that he's marked out twice before. He hasn't forgotten. Marks are important.]
[His fingertips brush over that spot as he brushes his lips against Fugo's, one last wickedness.] I'll help you learn your facts again, later. [And it's only after that that he kisses him properly, fiercely and with no little relief, because he's been torturing himself all this time, too. Teasing is fun, but kissing is a whole lot better.]
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[It gets a little easier when Fugo's fingers find their way back to his hips again, anchoring themselves stubbornly in the fabric of his nightgown. The softness of Giorno's smile ticks up a notch again, teeth showing. But he rests one hand over one of Fugo's anyway, brushing over the tension in his wrist.]
Don't worry. I won't make you let go. I promise.
[Why would he? This is perfect. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if he were kissing Fugo already, which--soon. He trails his fingers up Fugo's arm to his shoulder, then back down again, slowly, until he gets to the place under Fugo's ribcage that he's marked out twice before. He hasn't forgotten. Marks are important.]
[His fingertips brush over that spot as he brushes his lips against Fugo's, one last wickedness.] I'll help you learn your facts again, later. [And it's only after that that he kisses him properly, fiercely and with no little relief, because he's been torturing himself all this time, too. Teasing is fun, but kissing is a whole lot better.]