Says the man who ga-ave me barrettes. [The word gave is broken into two syllables, bisected by a hitch in Bruno's breathing as his fingers curl behind Polnareff's neck, nails grazing his skin. His throat's only bared for a brief few seconds before he moves just far enough away that he can catch Polnareff's lips in another kiss. Mm, but that wasn't his full point, was it?] Because he couldn't wait for my birthday.
[This time when Bruno bites at Polnareff's lip, it's almost hard enough to hurt before he kisses it better.]
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[This time when Bruno bites at Polnareff's lip, it's almost hard enough to hurt before he kisses it better.]