[He doesn't make a sound, but he doesn't need to. Bruno feels nails beginning to dig into his back and the steady rhythm of Polnareff's breathing concedes to all over tension and shivers. Bruno kisses the spot just under Polnareff's ear with a few kisses that seem to suggest he's going to pull away, each subsequent kiss growing lighter and lighter.]
You're quiet, Jean, [he notes as one of his hands begins trailing down Polnareff's front towards the hem of his shirt. His fingers curl just enough to occasionally tug on the fabric. Bruno bites a little harder at Polnareff's ear the second time.]
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You're quiet, Jean, [he notes as one of his hands begins trailing down Polnareff's front towards the hem of his shirt. His fingers curl just enough to occasionally tug on the fabric. Bruno bites a little harder at Polnareff's ear the second time.]