[He's going to have to ask someone. There's nothing for it; he's just going to have to ask someone, because he sure can't look it up, not with Italian pronunciation the way it is. He'll never end this teasing otherwise, and the mystery of it will drive him up a wall. Polnareff thinks that faintly, the thought slipping through his mind between wordless flashes of pleasure.
He bites hard at his bottom lip, firmly keeping any and all noises to himself. It isn't that he's embarrassed, exactly, but he can't go around teasing Bruno and then start falling to pieces himself. No whines or breathless murmurs of Bruno's name, that's the rule. They're pressed so close together, though, that likely Bruno will feel the way he's gone tense. His fingers curl, nails dragging pointedly along his spine, and Polnareff shivers again as Bruno bites down.]
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He bites hard at his bottom lip, firmly keeping any and all noises to himself. It isn't that he's embarrassed, exactly, but he can't go around teasing Bruno and then start falling to pieces himself. No whines or breathless murmurs of Bruno's name, that's the rule. They're pressed so close together, though, that likely Bruno will feel the way he's gone tense. His fingers curl, nails dragging pointedly along his spine, and Polnareff shivers again as Bruno bites down.]