[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.
[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.
[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.]
[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 . . .
[That's not a good argument, but it is honest. Polnareff tips his head, moving this way and that against Bruno's hands, a little shiver working up his spine.]
[Mmnnnnn, he argues wordlessly, his eyes still closed as Bruno scrubs his hair. Only once he removes his fingers does he straighten up, stepping out of the spray with a little exhale.]
[Bruno picks up the conditioner bottle, squeezing some of it into his hand. He rubs his hands together before starting to apply it to Polnareff's hair.]
[On the one hand, he's definitely being patronized. On the other, he's getting kissed, so maybe it evens out? Probably. He chases after that kiss, stealing a second one, just to make sure he's well compensated.]
Some complete bastard taught me them.
[He grins as he says it.]
I taught him useful shit, and all I got in return was curses. That's definitely how it happened-- has it been in long enough yet?
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[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.
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I'll have to steal, [he murmurs between kisses and bites,] more of your shirts then.
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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.
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I'd find a way to live with that.
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[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.
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[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.
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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 . . .
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Might help?
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[He tips his head forward obediently. Go on, then.]
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Then how do you know you won't like the surprise more?
[He starts working the shampoo into a lather in Polnareff's hair, taking the time to also massage his scalp.]
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[That's not a good argument, but it is honest. Polnareff tips his head, moving this way and that against Bruno's hands, a little shiver working up his spine.]
Please?
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Nope.
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[Eyes still closed, he pouts at him.]
Why not!
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Because you're cute when you start to pout.
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I'm even cuter when I'm satisfied.
[He ducks under the water as he says that, puffing his cheeks out as he holds his breath.]
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I think I'll be the judge of that. I'm the one who looks at you.
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At least give me a hint!
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[Don't you remember the days when he never picked on you, Polnareff? When he was so nice and courteous and polite all the time?]
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[He grumbles it and shoves his bangs out of his eyes, pouting at him again.]
Everyone in this house is, except for Jotaro, because he's my best friend and loves me too much. But you! You're the worst.
[That being said, he's tipping his head forward again, waiting eagerly for those clever fingers to work conditioner in his hair.]
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Because I love you the most.
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[He doesn't say it as grudgingly as the joke requires. Polnareff even sighs again, his eyes closing as Bruno massages his hair.]
Nn, I love your fingers, god . . . I'm definitely getting up earlier from now on. This is worth all that pain.
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I give that a week at best.
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You're cute when you swear in italiano.
[He leans in, stealing a quick kiss from Polnareff while still laughing.]
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Some complete bastard taught me them.
[He grins as he says it.]
I taught him useful shit, and all I got in return was curses. That's definitely how it happened-- has it been in long enough yet?
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