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[silvercrusader]

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.

[risorto]

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

[silvercrusader]

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.

[risorto]

[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.]

[silvercrusader]

You like me bossy.

[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.

[risorto]

[Ah, that feels nice. Really nice. Bruno leans into it a little with a small, pleased smile.]

Mm, I'm that transparent?

[silvercrusader]

Well, to me.

[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.

[risorto]

Better be. Or you won't get another chance to see more than most.

[Yet even as he (teasingly) threatens, Bruno's voice is already adopting a lazier, more relaxed tone.]

[silvercrusader]

Oh, you say that like you could stay away. Like you're not as addicted to me as I am to you.

[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.]

[risorto]

[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.

[silvercrusader]

Which I do. Obviously. So--

[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.]

[risorto]

[Bruno smiles.]

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.]

[silvercrusader]

Because it'd just go further and further, and you've got way better fashion sense than me. You don't want me picking out your clothes.

[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.

[risorto]

[Bruno laughs softly.]

I'm not allowed to know the rest of it?

[silvercrusader]

Ask nice first.

[He tugs at his hair as he says it, pulling his head back just a little.]

[risorto]

[Bruno reaches behind himself for Polnareff, pulling him in closer. He tips his head so he can kiss at Polnareff's neck some.]

When have I ever not asked nice?

[silvercrusader]

Plenty of times--

[But he says so distractedly, his eyes closing for a moment. Ah, that feels nice. That feels very nice, actually, and he tips his head back, content to give Bruno free reign.]

Nn. You in lingerie, for starters. I mean, bottoms to match the top, because god, your ass would look good like that.

[risorto]

[Give Bruno an inch... Well, he's not going to take a mile right now. Though he is now occasionally nipping now at Polnareff's neck, he doesn't kiss and bite the way he does when he's trying to render Polnareff something closer to speechless. Ah, the pros/cons of conversation.]

Just my ass?

[silvercrusader]

Mm, non, not just your ass--

[This is very nice, yes, but it's also starting to ache a little. With a little sigh Polnareff pulls away and leans against the shower wall. With one hand he tugs Bruno forward, his head tipping back: continue, please.]

Your legs. God knows your legs'd look good if you wore something like that, your legs look good when you're in my clothes and a pair of shorts.

[risorto]

[And continue he does, pressing himself against Polnareff.]

I'll have to steal, [he murmurs between kisses and bites,] more of your shirts then.

[silvercrusader]

[His breath goes just a little shaky at that, his fingers digging in as they settle against Bruno's hips.]

So long as you're ready to get pinned to the wall a lot more. You walk in with one of my shirts on, suddenly all I want to do is feel those legs wrapped around my hips.

[risorto]

[He hums against Polnareff's skin, kisses slowing as he starts to reach Polnareff's jawline again.]

I'd find a way to live with that.

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, I bet you would . . .

[Mumbled, because he's focused more on the kisses than what he's saying right now. Except those kisses seem to be slowing, and Polnareff whines, squirming pointedly.]

Don't stop.

[risorto]

Mm if I don't, the water's going to get cold and we'll be in here all night.

[He shifts to kiss Polnareff on the lips. Despite what he just said, it's a hungry, greedy kiss.]

I'll spoil you plenty after. [Another kiss, this one closer to chaste though Bruno can't quite keep himself from biting Polnareff's lip.] I promise.

[silvercrusader]

[He's panting after such kisses, his head tipping forward to try and follow Bruno as he breaks away. When it becomes clear that's all he's going to get for now, Polnareff sighs and tips his head back again, letting it knock against the tile.]

Mm . . . I don't know if I believe you.

[He reaches for the shampoo, though, ready to scrub some in his hair.]

It might help if you told me how you're going to spoil me . . .