[This is nice, he thinks. Good. He makes a wordless, pleased noise into Polnareff's mouth when he feels hands move up underneath his shirt. He's a little surprised, too, but it has little to do with Polnareff quite so directly. By now, Bruno's used to feeling again and answering the requests for touch when it's asked of him or vice versa, but there are some touches that he had gone longer without and he's missed them without realizing it.]
[Bruno bites hard at Polnareff's lip again, tugging on it until it comes free, but this time he doesn't kiss Polnareff's lip or mouth. He kisses his chin and along his jaw with the occasional scrape of teeth. He murmurs little words of praise and pet names in a mixture of Italian and French every now and again along the way to his ear. Bruno says it again softly and with a teasing sing-song to his voice — luce dei miei occhi — before he bites at Polnareff's ear, mindful of any earrings.]
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[Bruno bites hard at Polnareff's lip again, tugging on it until it comes free, but this time he doesn't kiss Polnareff's lip or mouth. He kisses his chin and along his jaw with the occasional scrape of teeth. He murmurs little words of praise and pet names in a mixture of Italian and French every now and again along the way to his ear. Bruno says it again softly and with a teasing sing-song to his voice — luce dei miei occhi — before he bites at Polnareff's ear, mindful of any earrings.]