[Oh. That's . . . exactly what he wanted to hear. He didn't know he wanted to hear that, he wasn't angling for it--not like he would normally be. Not how he would have been, a year or two ago. It just happens to be the perfect thing at the perfect time to make this moment perfect.]
[Fugo feels unique in all the world when he's with Giorno. He feels not only loved, but very loved, just because of who he is.]
[Good, Giorno's whole body breathes, as delight settles around his shoulders and curls at the corners of his lips. He sits up and, a little helplessly, crooks his finger under Fugo's chin to tip his face up. If he does that, Fugo has to look at him, and he can't look away either. He doesn't want to, but he doesn't trust his own courage, sometimes.]
That's all I ever want. For you to feel loved and unique in all the world. Both of those things are true.
[The idea of not kissing Fugo right now seems truly horrible. So he doesn't bother trying to resist the impulse, just leans in and kisses him softly. He always manages softness and possessiveness at the same time, but tonight that's not what he passes along. It's more along the lines of: I'm so proud of you. Look how amazing you are.]
[Reverent, that's what the word is.]
[The way his fingers curl in Fugo's hair when he pulls away is a little less reverent, more playful. But the look is still there, somewhere in his eyes. It's not as though he ever thinks Fugo isn't amazing. Not even when he's trying to embarrass him. Although in this case, Giorno would say he's helping when he picks up Fugo's hand by the wrist and presses it securely against the gap between where his shirt ends and his skirt begins.]
Aishiteru, Fugo.
[He can be sentimental and awful and smug all at the same time. He has that power. Also he wants to see how red Fugo gets. He's getting really good at it.]
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[Fugo feels unique in all the world when he's with Giorno. He feels not only loved, but very loved, just because of who he is.]
[Good, Giorno's whole body breathes, as delight settles around his shoulders and curls at the corners of his lips. He sits up and, a little helplessly, crooks his finger under Fugo's chin to tip his face up. If he does that, Fugo has to look at him, and he can't look away either. He doesn't want to, but he doesn't trust his own courage, sometimes.]
That's all I ever want. For you to feel loved and unique in all the world. Both of those things are true.
[The idea of not kissing Fugo right now seems truly horrible. So he doesn't bother trying to resist the impulse, just leans in and kisses him softly. He always manages softness and possessiveness at the same time, but tonight that's not what he passes along. It's more along the lines of: I'm so proud of you. Look how amazing you are.]
[Reverent, that's what the word is.]
[The way his fingers curl in Fugo's hair when he pulls away is a little less reverent, more playful. But the look is still there, somewhere in his eyes. It's not as though he ever thinks Fugo isn't amazing. Not even when he's trying to embarrass him. Although in this case, Giorno would say he's helping when he picks up Fugo's hand by the wrist and presses it securely against the gap between where his shirt ends and his skirt begins.]
Aishiteru, Fugo.
[He can be sentimental and awful and smug all at the same time. He has that power. Also he wants to see how red Fugo gets. He's getting really good at it.]