[This is unfair. This is unfair, and he'd scowl if he wasn't so delighted. How is he supposed to choose? He loves kissing Bruno and he's not nearly ready to stop-- but at the same time, Bruno is laughing and making truly awful jokes, and he quite likes that as well. He doesn't want either to stop, and frankly, it's pretty rude of Bruno to force him to choose between the two.
But he's a consigliere. He's good at coming up with solutions. One hand skims along the back of Bruno's neck, fingers pushing up into his hair, as Polnareff kisses along his throat. His teeth scrape against the skin, a promise of what's to come-- but rather than bite down just yet, he murmurs:]
Too on the nose. You would've seen it coming. I had to be subtle.
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But he's a consigliere. He's good at coming up with solutions. One hand skims along the back of Bruno's neck, fingers pushing up into his hair, as Polnareff kisses along his throat. His teeth scrape against the skin, a promise of what's to come-- but rather than bite down just yet, he murmurs:]
Too on the nose. You would've seen it coming. I had to be subtle.
[To a point, anyway.]