[As it turns out, it's not so hard a task to accomplish. They've only been doing this for a little while, after all; Bruno kisses him with intention and suddenly he's overwhelmed in the best possible way.
Which isn't to say he just sits there. God, no. Bruno kisses him and Polnareff returns it eagerly, mouth opening to it. Both hands slip beneath Bruno's shirt, rucking it up with purpose as he lets his hands wander over his torso. It's not as if they can do anything out here-- or rather, it's not as if he wants to do anything out here-- but that doesn't mean he can't touch at all.]
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Which isn't to say he just sits there. God, no. Bruno kisses him and Polnareff returns it eagerly, mouth opening to it. Both hands slip beneath Bruno's shirt, rucking it up with purpose as he lets his hands wander over his torso. It's not as if they can do anything out here-- or rather, it's not as if he wants to do anything out here-- but that doesn't mean he can't touch at all.]