[Good. Bruno's pressed so close; he'll be able to feel how Polnareff relaxes, the tension leaving him in one happy exhale. Good. Does this make them-- what, boyfriends, then? Or no, that's probably a term that's better saved for later, but it makes them something. It means that he's got Bruno for more than just a few hours, and that he doesn't have to worry about each kiss being their last.
So he happily loses himself in them. They're good kisses. Sweet at first, light things broken up by little hums of pleasure and murmured words; hotter later on, as he keeps Bruno pressed close and grins fiercely against his mouth. There's no way he's not leaving a mark before they get off the boat. He'll be merciful about it; he'll bite somewhere low that Bruno can cover up as he sees fit-- but god, he deserves to be marked up. It'll look good on him.
It's during one of the pauses that he speaks. Not just murmured endearments, but a proper sentence, spoken as they both catch their breath.]
That's when it started, you know. I gave you those barrettes and you looked at me like . . . [He huffs a wry little laugh.] Anyway. I knew then.
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So he happily loses himself in them. They're good kisses. Sweet at first, light things broken up by little hums of pleasure and murmured words; hotter later on, as he keeps Bruno pressed close and grins fiercely against his mouth. There's no way he's not leaving a mark before they get off the boat. He'll be merciful about it; he'll bite somewhere low that Bruno can cover up as he sees fit-- but god, he deserves to be marked up. It'll look good on him.
It's during one of the pauses that he speaks. Not just murmured endearments, but a proper sentence, spoken as they both catch their breath.]
That's when it started, you know. I gave you those barrettes and you looked at me like . . . [He huffs a wry little laugh.] Anyway. I knew then.