THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

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THE KISSING BOOTH MEME

Easy-peasy; post your character & tag to others. congrats! One of your characters have the unfortunate task of working a kissing booth. now KISS. or don't, whatevs.

 

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[unholey]

[He's falling, again. Past all of the cautious words he spends so much time deliberating over, head over heels over the careful way he presents himself around others. All it takes is looking at Giorno looking at him and, oh, there he goes. There's no holding back this thunderous feeling, or pretending it's anything but what it is: the only reason it doesn't bubble forth from his mouth is that as he starts to shape it Giorno kisses him again. I love you, he thinks, in the moment that can't have been more than an instant but stretches on and on, so much, too much, more every day.

He's not physically falling. But he feels dizzy after that kiss regardless, enough that this time he's the one to tip forward and try to hide away in the comfort of Giorno's collar. Giorno, who he's fallen hopelessly in love with; who he can't imagine not being a part of his life. Giorno, who's so certain about his rightness that it should be annoying except that he's entirely correct about all of those things.]

This was a mistake. [Normally, when Fugo's complaining his words sting. These are just an overwhelmed mumble into Giorno's shoulder and, even as he says them, he's holding more tightly onto him.] Coming out here when I still have work to do. When I like being yours so much. Because when I'm with you, I don't want to be anywhere else.

[When he likes being kissed so much. When he likes just being with Giorno, whether they're working or talking. Or even in the morning after Giorno has spent the night reading with him, before either of their alarms go off and one or both of them is still half-asleep. There is no way he'll be able to go back to his office. It just isn't happening.]

[digiorno]

Mm . . .

[He's all soft comfort now, at least for the moment. Probably in another few he'll turn back around and be wicked again, but for the moment he can be sweet, his hand coming up to rub gentle circles between Fugo's shoulderblades. He leans his cheek against Fugo's temple, then buries his nose in his hair. It smells good, like dust and ink and the ocean. For all his spikiness, Fugo feels good in his arms.]

So don't go anywhere else. Stay with me. Your work can wait a little while. Long enough for you to kiss me another hundred times.

[Maybe two hundred. Or maybe they can just stay like this, with his eyes closed and his nose buried in Fugo's hair, so comfortable and so safe. He hums again, and it's nearly a purr. So happy.]

I want you here with me. So stay. This mistake is . . . approved. Rubber stamped. I'm your boss, so it's fine.