[Bruno feels Polnareff's fingers tighten around his hips, but it doesn't bother him because he's here and he's grounded. The words he's used, well, they aren't always easy for him to say. Not because there's doubt in his mind about whether or not they're true, but always the weight of them. There are some moments though, where it's easier. Sometimes it's a case of the feelings being too big to keep quiet about them. Other times, it's just the moment being a perfect reflection of what love is supposed to look like. Right now and here on their bed (because Bruno sometimes has a hard time remembering that it's just his), it's a little of both.]
I will. Later, [he promises. And then he kisses Polnareff again, slow and sweet, for his clumsy Italian a moment ago. He pulls back and ends the kiss with smaller, gentler kisses as he lets go of Polnareff's neck.] But right now...
[He grins a little wider again, pressing a quick kiss to Polnareff's lips, and gets up to head over to the gramophone. How he's managed to last this long without doing that is really anyone's guess.]
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I will. Later, [he promises. And then he kisses Polnareff again, slow and sweet, for his clumsy Italian a moment ago. He pulls back and ends the kiss with smaller, gentler kisses as he lets go of Polnareff's neck.] But right now...
[He grins a little wider again, pressing a quick kiss to Polnareff's lips, and gets up to head over to the gramophone. How he's managed to last this long without doing that is really anyone's guess.]