[His own thoughts, just as genuine, nonetheless run a far less philosophical line. Yes, he thinks happily, and good, things that are far more about pure pleased emotion than anything articulate. Good, because Bruno is a pleasantly heavy weight atop him, and their hips are pressed together, and his hands are fantastically warm where they're resting against him. Carefully Polnareff settles his own hands along Bruno's hips, thumbs brushing up beneath his shirt, his fingers firm in their grip.
He could probably spend the rest of the day like this. He could certainly spend the next few hours like this. Bruno bites at his bottom lip and Polnareff shivers, an all-over thing that he doesn't bother hiding. He surges up into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically, too happy to bother tamping down his eagerness.]
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He could probably spend the rest of the day like this. He could certainly spend the next few hours like this. Bruno bites at his bottom lip and Polnareff shivers, an all-over thing that he doesn't bother hiding. He surges up into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically, too happy to bother tamping down his eagerness.]