[He murmurs it, turning his head to the side to watch Bruno. He's a hell of a sight, panting for breath and red sore from kissing. Polnareff doesn't reach for his boyfriend, not yet, but he can at least try and verbally convince him.]
You know you'd be quiet. You're good at being quiet. And I'd have my mouth full, he'd never notice . . .
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[He murmurs it, turning his head to the side to watch Bruno. He's a hell of a sight, panting for breath and red sore from kissing. Polnareff doesn't reach for his boyfriend, not yet, but he can at least try and verbally convince him.]
You know you'd be quiet. You're good at being quiet. And I'd have my mouth full, he'd never notice . . .