[Oh, hell. He's very aware of them both right now, and all the little places they're touching. He's half leaning over Bruno, drawn in irresistibly, and it's nice but it's also a little uncomfortable, physically. He's not going to stop kissing-- god, no, he wouldn't stop even if the damn leviathan decided to show up-- but it just makes him think of how this could be better. That instead of side by side, Bruno could be in his lap, and they could be kissing far more comfortably like that.
He likes the thought of that. He likes it a lot, actually. So much so that the next time they part for breath, he tugs at Bruno's hip, pulling him forward as he scoots back.]
C'mere--
[They've one lone sail on their craft, something that Polnareff suspects is more for show than substance, but it means he's got something to lean back on as he waits. Either Bruno will say yes or he'll reject him, but Polnareff's feeling pretty confident about his odds.]
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He likes the thought of that. He likes it a lot, actually. So much so that the next time they part for breath, he tugs at Bruno's hip, pulling him forward as he scoots back.]
C'mere--
[They've one lone sail on their craft, something that Polnareff suspects is more for show than substance, but it means he's got something to lean back on as he waits. Either Bruno will say yes or he'll reject him, but Polnareff's feeling pretty confident about his odds.]