[As the kiss continues, Fugo doesn't ... quite forget about teasing Giorno. It's more that he puts the thought aside in favor of favor of craning in and finding that perfect angle with Giorno; his fingers twitch and curl in the fabric of Giorno's shirt and he murmurs, helplessly pleased, at the light, ticklish feeling of Giorno's own fingers on the nape of his neck.
Unfortunately, he can't seem to find it again when the kiss ends. He's too caught up in the lingering warmth of Giorno's mouth on his. It's been months--(half a year, he realizes all of a sudden; it's been half a year since that day in October)--since they first started kissing and he's still dazzled by it.]
Hmm? [Oh. Right. He... was teasing Giorno, just a few minutes ago. But that was before he realized that Giorno's hand in his tie was keeping him tethered in place. Not that he needs to. Why would he want to move? Here is good. Here is perfect. Just look at Giorno; how content he looks, how soft and feathery his eyelashes are.] Oh. Well. As long as you try.
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Unfortunately, he can't seem to find it again when the kiss ends. He's too caught up in the lingering warmth of Giorno's mouth on his. It's been months--(half a year, he realizes all of a sudden; it's been half a year since that day in October)--since they first started kissing and he's still dazzled by it.]
Hmm? [Oh. Right. He... was teasing Giorno, just a few minutes ago. But that was before he realized that Giorno's hand in his tie was keeping him tethered in place. Not that he needs to. Why would he want to move? Here is good. Here is perfect. Just look at Giorno; how content he looks, how soft and feathery his eyelashes are.] Oh. Well. As long as you try.
[Un......... believable.]