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.
[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.]
[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?
[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.]
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 murmurs it as he squeezes out some shampoo and starts massaging it into his hair. He digs his fingers in, scratching his scalp, grinning as he does.]
You can deny it all you want, but you like it when I've got you on your back and start bossing you.
[Bruno tips his head a little when Polnareff starts nosing at his neck, hand coming up to run his fingers through Polnareff's hair. He's not wrong. Bruno is pretty damn addicted to Polnareff's touch. But why admit to something they both already know?]
[Though speaking of something they both already know...]
Depends on if you want my hair still feel smooth or not later.
[He interrupts himself to steer Bruno under the water. It means he himself is pushed out of the spray and left in the cold, but such are the sacrifices needed when you're being a good boyfriend. He waits patiently, one arm slung back around Bruno's hips, until his boyfriend is finished. Then:]
So, go put some in. I'll distract you from taking a step back too quickly.
[What sacrifice! What noble spirit! And yet he's reaching over Bruno to grab the conditioner himself, so clearly that instruction was mostly for show.]
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[He grins at him, wide and entirely unrepentant, as he kicks off his jeans.]
What am I supposed to do, not compliment you?
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[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.]
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[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?
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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.
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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.
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[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.]
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Fine, we'll table the conversation for later.
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[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.
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Fantastic enough I might see you up at a reasonable hour sometimes?
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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.
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Let's not get too ambitious, chéri. I'll consider it reward enough that you don't fall asleep halfway through shampooing your hair.
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[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.
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[So long as that's known. He grins and reaches over him for the shampoo.]
Now: turn around, bright eyes, and close em.
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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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[He murmurs it as he squeezes out some shampoo and starts massaging it into his hair. He digs his fingers in, scratching his scalp, grinning as he does.]
You can deny it all you want, but you like it when I've got you on your back and start bossing you.
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Mm, I'm that transparent?
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[Good. Good good good, and he keeps moving his fingers, watching Bruno with a small smile of his own.]
But to be fair, I get to see a lot more than most people do. So your secret is safe, mio capo.
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[Yet even as he (teasingly) threatens, Bruno's voice is already adopting a lazier, more relaxed tone.]
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[He leans in, nosing against the side of his neck, his fingers slowing as he focuses his attention elsewhere.]
Mm. Come back under the water, now. Oye, and I've got a question for you: it's conditioner you leave in for ages, right?
[He knows perfectly well that it is, but it's fun to ask.]
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[Though speaking of something they both already know...]
Depends on if you want my hair still feel smooth or not later.
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[He interrupts himself to steer Bruno under the water. It means he himself is pushed out of the spray and left in the cold, but such are the sacrifices needed when you're being a good boyfriend. He waits patiently, one arm slung back around Bruno's hips, until his boyfriend is finished. Then:]
So, go put some in. I'll distract you from taking a step back too quickly.
[What sacrifice! What noble spirit! And yet he's reaching over Bruno to grab the conditioner himself, so clearly that instruction was mostly for show.]
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Why would I need to do anything when I have you to do it for me?
[Who would have thought that Bruno Buccellati would ever indulge in pampering? But here we are.]
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[He says it wryly as he starts scrubbing the conditioner into his hair, fingers a little firmer.]
All lacy shirts all the time, that'd be it. Actually--
[He grins.]
Well, that'd be the start of it, anyway.
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