[That broken up word is worth everything. Polnareff grins fiercely as he hears it. Good. And he can't help but wonder, too-- because if he can get Bruno to react like that with just a bit of teasing, how quickly will he fall apart when Polnareff manages to get him into a bed proper? And oh, what a thought that is: Bruno splayed beneath him, struggling to keep his composure as he's driven to distraction, his cheeks flushed as he's pinned to the bed, shirt rucked up and mouth dropped open-- god, it'd be so easy, too--
Maybe not that easy, he hastily amends. Not if he's kissing like that. His lip throbs where Bruno bit, and his eyes have gone a little darker when he pulls away. That's hot too. That's very hot, actually, and he suddenly wishes they were somewhere a little more steady.]
And that was before I knew I liked you.
[It's theoretically a joke, except his voice has gone rougher now.]
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Maybe not that easy, he hastily amends. Not if he's kissing like that. His lip throbs where Bruno bit, and his eyes have gone a little darker when he pulls away. That's hot too. That's very hot, actually, and he suddenly wishes they were somewhere a little more steady.]
And that was before I knew I liked you.
[It's theoretically a joke, except his voice has gone rougher now.]