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[Bruno laughs softly. Polnareff is clearly doing a great job doing his best at keeping his hands to himself already. Still, Bruno leans over to kiss him. They're feather light at first, little promises of maybe. But as he reaches over to hold Polnareff's cheek with his hand, he kisses him a little harder until he pulls away, biting at Polnareff's lip.]

I think I'll wait a little while.

You're such a tease.

[He grumbles that as he settles in, burying his face against the top of Bruno's head. His mouth still aches, and beneath Bruno's shirt, his fingers curl. He's not going to pull his hands back entirely.]

Once you crawl into my lap, you better be ready to stay there. I'm not letting you go.

[Bruno purses his lips a little to keep from laughing at Polnareff, his hand resting on Polnareff's arm to stroke it with his thumb.]

Who says I'll want to leave, hm? That's my spot.

Damn right.

[He huffs that against his hair and turns, resting his cheek there. Positioned like this, he gets both Bruno and to watch the film, so really, everything is coming up Polnareff.]

See, that's the right way to christian this theater. Definitely kick off the whole project in the right spirit.

By making out in the dark like a pair of horny teenagers?

[Note: that's not a complaint.]

Why stop at making out? We've got the place to ourselves, darling.

Jean!

Oh, yeah, because you were really just thinking of making out-- don't act like you don't want to ride me, Bruno, I know you better than that.

[He tightens his arm, just in case Bruno thinks of pulling away.]

Don't make me wait til summer to try and convince you to let me fuck you in public.

This is what I get for letting you get away with as much as you do in the kitchen.

[Well, fine. If he won't let Bruno pull away, Bruno will just pinch his side instead.]

You're not fucking me in public.

Oww--

[They're most definitely missing the first part of the movie now, but that's all right. He grabs for that offending hand, trying to trap it in place.]

Why not! Give me one good reason-- I bet you can't.

[Bruno lets him catch his hand, but he gestures to the seats with his free hand.]

Comfort, for one.

[Bruno's not wrong: the seats are fairly old and not particularly well padded, but Polnareff refuses to acknowledge that. If you didn't have sex every time you came up on some little problem, nobody would ever have sex.]

You'd be on my dick, I don't know why you're worried about the seats. But, [he says, and leans down, nipping the shell of Bruno's ear,] I'll fuck you against the wall if you're so worried.

Next reason.

[Oh no. Bruno sees what Polnareff is trying to do with that move. Even if he spares a quick glance at the wall out of the corner of his eye, he tilts his head away.]

It'd make a mess.

[Hah. Polnareff smirks at the screen, perfectly content to allow Bruno to tip his head away. He's still got an arm around him, his hand slipped into his shirt, so he's doing perfectly well.]

Not that much of one. And it's not like I don't have paper towels around here.

[Bruno rolls his eyes at that smug little smirk.]

You haven't actually said anything to persuade me.

I'd make it feel good.

[He says it idly, his fingers curling and uncurling against his skin.]

I'd make you feel fantastic, Bruno, you know I would. I'd blow you first, [and he leans down, nosing against the side of his head, kissing him,] use my mouth on you, lick you and suck on you, starting and stopping until you were dying to come. Til I had your legs shaking, begging me in Italian to keep going. Promising me just about anything if I'd just get you off.

Then I'd fuck you. Your feet wouldn't touch the floor until you'd come twice. You're right, you know: it would be messy. You'd be a wreck at the end of it, and god, but you'd look so beautiful afterwards.

[While he's speaking, Bruno keeps his eyes mostly on the screen. But his gaze does, on occasion, drift over to Polnareff out of the corner of his eye. Bruno's hand drifts over Polnareff's neck and cheek to cradle the back of his head.]

Those are pretty big promises, Jean. And nothing you couldn't do to me at home.

[He hums softly, but stays still. He'll let Bruno set the pace, perfectly content to be teased.]

You don't think there's something extra to doing it in public?

Isn't the thrill supposed to be the chance of getting caught? [Bruno tips his head to one side. Oh, is that his neck that's exposed?] Technically, we have a greater chance of that happening at home than we do here right now, don't you think?

[Oh, hello. It takes a little shifting, but soon he's got enough room that he can duck down, kissing the crook of his neck.]

I mean, if you want me to fuck you in the kitchen, Bruno, all you have to do is ask.

[He scrapes his teeth pointedly, his mouth curved into a smirk.]

But I dunno if I agree. We might have to test it out. Fuck you here and then fuck you home, see which one gets you off faster.

[Bruno inhales a little sharper at the teeth on his neck.]

We are not doing anything in the kitchen, Jean.

[Food is made in there. Don't be unsanitary.]

The dining room? The shooting range-- ah, that's where, the place is soundproof, it'd be perfect--

[He murmurs that against his skin. A moment, and then:]

Just pick your place, darling. I'll fuck you in any room and every room.

[Ilsa and Rick really deserve more attention than they're being paid right now, Polnareff thinks dimly, but he's got more important things to focus on right now. He nips firmly at the crook of his neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the spot a moment later. There'll be a mark there soon if he's not careful, and oh, what a terrible outcome that would be.]

[Bruno's fingers toy with the hair at the nape of Polnareff's neck for a moment before his hand slips away. He curls his fingers instead in the center of Polnareff's shirt to give him some leverage to shift away, taking away Polnareff's leave a mark. At least for now.]

I think what you mean to say is you'd fuck me anywhere, anytime I wanted.

[He leans in, kissing Polnareff hungrily. As they kiss, his hand lets go of Polnareff's shirt to run along his inner thigh to hold his knee.]

[He's getting conflicting signals here, he really is, but that's part of the fun of it. Polnareff whines into the kiss, his legs spreading pointedly, not daring to truly hope he's actually going to get any kind of action. He won't. He definitely won't, not til the credits roll, but it's fun to be teased.]

Well, yeah.

[Admitted just a touch breathlessly, and murmured against his mouth.]

Anywhere, anytime, any way, Bruno--

Alright. Then I want you, [Bruno murmurs between kisses with a growing smile,] to fuck me.

[He pauses to nip at Polnareff's lip, tugging until it slips from between his teeth.]

After the movie. [A lighter, teasing kiss as his hand starts to slide back up his thigh again.] In my bedroom.

[Aaaand Bruno takes his hand back, pulling away to settle back into his seat again.]

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