[It's the soap he goes for this time-- or, well. The gel and the little sponge that his boyfriend is so fond of. It's far fancier than a simple bar of soap, which is what he uses, but Polnareff supposes he can put up with them both smelling of Bruno for the next few hours.
Scrubbing the gel into a lather, he takes his time running it over Bruno's body. He wants to savor this, and that means taking it slowly. He slides over his shoulders, down his arm, over his chest, unusually quiet as he does. He's taking in the sights, and that requires a particular focus.]
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Scrubbing the gel into a lather, he takes his time running it over Bruno's body. He wants to savor this, and that means taking it slowly. He slides over his shoulders, down his arm, over his chest, unusually quiet as he does. He's taking in the sights, and that requires a particular focus.]