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[Bruno smiles as he crosses his bedroom. He stops to untie and remove his shoes, his socks getting tossed into the hamper before he steps into the bathroom. He wraps his arms around Polnareff's middle from behind and presses a kiss to his cheek wordlessly.]

Hi.

[What a neat, affectionate boyfriend he has. The kind of mood he's in, both of those adjectives are compliments. Polnareff tips his head, smiling at the wall, perfectly pleased by that kiss. He's already yanked off his shirt and socks (both of which are on the floor, ready to be picked up post-shower). His left hand is wrapped up tightly, with enough bandages that it becomes apparently Polnareff wasn't exaggerating: Ridley really did tear into him.

But he's not thinking of that now. His boyfriend is far more important, and Polnareff reaches down, covering one of Bruno's hands with his own.]

Good day?

Mmhm.

[Bruno notices the bandages. He trust it was probably a nasty bite, but he also wonders how much of that is because Polnareff was wrapping his hand with one hand. He'll have to convince him to re-dress it later and make it a little neater.]

[But that's for later. Right now, his boyfriend has a neck that needs nuzzling. He separates his fingers some to let Polnareff intertwine them together.]

I hope yours improved after this morning.

Well, it did once this guy I'm real sweet on decided to write back to me.

[He sighs softly, squirming a little under those attentions.]

Then he started promising me all kinds of things, showers and dancing and pumpkin carving and lacy shirts, so yeah, pretty big improvement from this morning.

[Which, actually-- hm. He's not quite willing to break away from that nuzzling yet, but now he wants to see Bruno properly. Decisions, decisions, but he stays put for the moment.]

[Bruno smiles a little wider, pressing a chaste kiss to Polnareff's neck.]

That does sound like quite the improvement. I hope he makes good on all those promises.

I sure hope he does. I'm pretty sure he will. But he's been known to be cruel sometimes, when it suits him.

[Right. Okay. Polnareff steels himself for the loss of those kisses and pulls away, turning to face Bruno properly.]

Not you, though. Look at you, ready to come into the shower with me. Although, god, it's almost not worth it when you're dressed like this . . .

[Bruno shakes his head a little, stepping away to take his barrettes out and leave them on the counter. He starts taking his braid down, too.]

I thought the whole reason you like me dressing this way is getting the chance to take it off me later.

I like both. I like being able to look at you in it, and I like knowing I get to take it off you later. It's a multi-purpose shirt.

[He leans his hips against the wall, eying Bruno up pointedly. At the same time, he starts unbuttoning his jeans, not so much showing off as distracted.]

And god, do you ever look good in it, Bruno.

[Bruno laughs quietly, rolling his eyes before looking at Polnareff in the mirror.]

You say that about most of what I wear, Jean.

It's not my fault you look good in everything.

[He grins at him, wide and entirely unrepentant, as he kicks off his jeans.]

What am I supposed to do, not compliment you?

Oh, I'd never ask you to have that much self-restraint. [With the last of his braid undone, he turns back around. He does spare a quick glance at Polnareff's clothes on the floor, but resists the urge to pick them up and/or fold them neatly.] I could never be cruel like that to you.

Like that being the key words there.

[His boxers are kicked off as well, and then Polnareff nods his head in invitation. Come on, because Bruno still has far too many garments on.]

You just gonna stand and watch me shower?

[He ducks into the shower properly as he says that, ducking under the spray with a hiss. It's just hot enough to sting, and he squirms beneath the spray, shivering in delight.]

I could.

[Bruno tips his head a little because as far as he's concerned, Polnareff's more than a little worth that moment of admiration. But Bruno's also a very sensible person, and knows that watching pales in comparison to sharing. Shedding his clothes, Bruno lays them on the counter next to the sink rather than just letting them fall wherever they may. He steps over the pieces of Polnareff's clothes that are between him and the shower to join him.]

What is it going to take to convince you not to leave your clothes all over the floor next time?

[He arches his back, showing off a little in exchange for that compliment. The mild chastisement has him waving a hand, though.]

First off, I'm going to pick them up once we're done, so don't act like I'm not. Second off--

[He pushes wet hair out of his eyes, grinning as he does.]

It'll take something real special. See if you can guess. I'll give you a hint, though: leaving me speechless sure will help.

[Bruno rolls his eyes, but it's with a small, fond smile.]

If that's all it took, [he says, pushing Polnareff's hair back where it was,] I would never have to ask you to clean anything up ever again.

Mmmm.

[Those fingers feel fantastic. Polnareff pushes into them, his eyes closing, before he wraps his fingers around Bruno's hip.]

Stop talking about chores and clothes and come here.

[With a little tug he pulls him into the shower, his eyes darting up and down his body as he does.]

[Bruno follows where he's tugged, though not without moving a little closer to Polnareff at first at the initial feel of the water. He leans up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.]

Fine, we'll table the conversation for later.

Ahh, grazie, grazie. It's acts of mercy like this are how I know you really love me.

[He winds his arms around Bruno, letting his hands settle comfortably against his hips. It's a lazy possessiveness, something that gives his boyfriend plenty of room to move, but still claims him.]

I was right, you know: you look fucking fantastic like this.

[Bruno continues running his fingers through Polnareff's hair. Whenever it's up and styled, he generally leaves it be. Polnareff can find enough excuses to whine when he wants to that Bruno doesn't need to toss fuel on the fire. So, he's greedy when opportunities like this present themselves and he has free rein to do as he pleases.]

Fantastic enough I might see you up at a reasonable hour sometimes?

[Ah, and he all but melts under Bruno's fingers, his eyes closing lazily.]

Mm, it's possible . . . if I've got motivation like this waiting for me. Not every day, but maybe some days. Especially if I end up getting to put my mouth on you first thing in the morning, god, that'd be a reward for both of us.

[He chuckles.]

Let's not get too ambitious, chéri. I'll consider it reward enough that you don't fall asleep halfway through shampooing your hair.

Hey, hey.

[His eyes open again, just so he can pout at Bruno.]

The reward of getting to suck you off is worth just about everything. I can keep myself up for that.

Mm, we'll see. [He kisses that pout.] Though I suppose I should probably know better than to doubt you.

You're damn right. I'd walk through fire and water for the chance to blow you.

[So long as that's known. He grins and reaches over him for the shampoo.]

Now: turn around, bright eyes, and close em.

[Bruno rolls his eyes.]

Don't get bossy.

[He says, likely not convincing anyone that he actually minds. Especially when he still does what he asks.]

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