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[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?

[The second has the side effect of putting a wider, but sweeter smile on Bruno's face.]

It has. But don't act like curses aren't incredibly useful.

[He ducks under the spray again, but makes the mistake of trying to talk as he does. It means water gets in his mouth, but whatever!]

Not as useful as telling your boyfriend you had a good time last night-- oh, yeech-- [At least he spits the soapy water out at the wall.] But yeah, they're useful. I can mouth off to half the household now in their native language. Which reminds me, I gotta teach you how to curse like a proper Frenchman.

[Bruno covers his mouth with the back of his hand when Polnareff has to pause to spit water out.]

Maybe not when you're trying to rinse your hair out?

Ta gueule, there's your first lesson.

[But he means it as fondly as possible. And just to emphasize that . . .]

Close your eyes again.

[Bruno can figure out what that means and has the decency to suppress the smile as he does as he's told.]

[It's the soap he goes for this time-- or, well. The gel and the little sponge that his boyfriend is so fond of. It's far fancier than a simple bar of soap, which is what he uses, but Polnareff supposes he can put up with them both smelling of Bruno for the next few hours.

Scrubbing the gel into a lather, he takes his time running it over Bruno's body. He wants to savor this, and that means taking it slowly. He slides over his shoulders, down his arm, over his chest, unusually quiet as he does. He's taking in the sights, and that requires a particular focus.]

[The quiet stands out at first because it's so rare for Polnareff to be this quiet and still be awake. But it fades into the background quick enough the more and more he focuses on the sensations on his body instead. He makes a small, content noise.]

[Good. Polnareff keeps washing him in long, even strokes, his eyes locked on Bruno's body. He's attractive, of course he is, and part of his attention is focused on that. Soaking wet like this, Bruno looks more appealing than ever, and it's all he can do not to simply pin him to the wall and kiss him. But on another level . . . he just likes the way Bruno looks. He looks so content, and god knows Bruno deserves to always look that way.]

Turn around.

[Bruno murmurs a small word of agreement before he turns around. Truth be told, he doesn't think he'll ever really get used to the pampering. There are times where it starts to get a little uncomfortable, where old habits refuse to completely die. But sometimes, like right now, they're quiet and he can just be relaxed and happy under Polnareff's care.]

[He likes this. He likes it the opposite way, of course, when Bruno showers him in love and affection, treating him in his own way, but there's something fantastic about being able to do it to him. The guy takes care of everyone else as much as he can. It's good to be able to give him some kind of break.

Besides: it isn't as if this is entirely one-sided. Polnareff tips his head, eying Bruno up and down pointedly before getting to work.]

We should do this more.

[He murmurs it.]

Once a week or . . . something. Not that planned. But I do like this.

[Bruno hums his quiet agreement.]

I'd like that.

[It wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, to have a little time like this set aside. Especially if it's with Polnareff.]

Good.

[There. All clean, and Polnareff takes a moment to admire Bruno once more. His boyfriend is always attractive, but soaking wet and soaped up is a particularly fantastic look. He whistles quietly.]

Gotta bring the watch in here next time.

[Bruno rolls his eyes as he turns back around.]

Enough of that, or you're showering by yourself from now on, [he says, leaning forward to kiss him.]

Why! Because I'm appreciating you? You--

[Oh, kissing, and he interrupts himself to return it. Not just a quick peck this time, but a right proper kiss, something far longer than the little things they've been exchanging. Polnareff yanks Bruno in close, flush against his body. It's a hungry kiss, demanding and with intent, and he wraps an arm around his hips, keeping him in close. Only once he's satisfied does he pulls back, biting at Bruno's bottom lip as he does. His own mouth is aching, and he's breathless as he finishes:]

--you, ah. You can't expect me not to appreciate what I've got.

[He had meant for the kiss to be another quick one, making it a pleasant surprise when Polnareff then pulls him in closer. Bruno murmurs against Polnareff's mouth when he finds himself pulled flush against him. One hand settles on Polnareff's arm, sliding up to his shoulder as they kiss while the other rests at his side. His breath hitches subtly at the bite to his lip, and it takes him just a moment to make the attempt at catching his breath. Bruno licks his lip, savoring the lingering, phantom sensation of Polnareff's teeth before he opens his eyes again.]

You could give me a little warning before you do that.

I like the way you look when you're surprised.

[He catches his jaw in one hand, his thumb running over his bottom lip.]

Still want to shower alone?

[Bruno's gaze darts from Polnareff's lips back to his eyes as he smiles a little against that finger.]

Kiss me again. Maybe I'll tell you.

Hmm--

[As if he has to think about it. Polnareff tugs him in closer and turns them both, pressing Bruno firmly back against the wall. One hand grips his hip, keeping him pinned, as he catches him in another hungry kiss. He opens his mouth to it this time, stepping him close to keep their bodies pressed flush against one another, perfectly pleased to keep it going as long as he possibly can.]

[Thankfully they've been in the shower long enough that the shower wall's not a shock of cold on Bruno's back, but he still makes a quiet, pleased sound when he feels it at his back. He likes this. He likes when there's nowhere to go and nothing else to really focus on but the presence and press of Polnareff's body against his. Bruno lets the regular, even tempo of his breathing become stuttered and harsh with the kiss. The hand on Polnareff's shoulder shifts to his neck, fingers curling so that his nails drag along the back of it, while the other moves from his side to his back. His hand slides up Polnareff's back, tracing muscle under skin before moving down along his spine.]

[Needless to say, he's breathless by the time the kiss ends, but he still chases it with smaller, lighter kisses, unwilling to completely surrender the contact.]

[Nor does Polnareff release him entirely. He's still pinned to the wall, even as they break apart and he presses their foreheads together.]

Pretty thing . . .

[Murmured, and he nips Bruno's bottom lip, his thumb sliding against his hip.]

Well?

[Bruno looks at Polnareff through half-lidded eyes, hips shifting slightly.]

What was the question?

[He actually remembers the question, but after a kiss like that, it seems like an incredibly easy thing to forget.]

[That's not fair, and he rolls his hips forward, grinding against Bruno with a shudder.]

Do you want to spend the rest of your showers alone?

[Bruno inhales sharply at the resulting pressure.]

Mm, no, [he murmurs, shaking his head.]

That's what I thought.

[He catches his chin again, his thumb pressing pointedly against his bottom lip.]

Open your mouth.

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