[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.]
[He's almost positive Bruno won't let him fuck him here, if only because Fugo's likely to come back to his room. But they can tease each other, at least. He can rile them both up, and if how Bruno wants to spoil him afterwards includes fucking, so much the better. Polnareff presses his thumb forward, eyes locked on the way Bruno's lips look wrapped tight around it.]
[Bruno starts sucking on Polnareff's thumb once it's in his mouth. He knows that Polnareff's eyes are focused solely on his mouth, but he watches his face for minute changes in his expression. Especially once he rolls his hips into Polnareff again. Polnareff's right to assume that there isn't a chance in hell he'll get very far while they're here in the shower. Polnareff can't keep quiet to be this close to the only door between Bruno's and Fugo's rooms, but that doesn't mean Bruno isn't going to tease right back.]
[It isn't so much a flicker in expression as a visible reaction, one he doesn't bother to hide. Polnareff shudders, his bottom lip catching against his teeth as he tries to resist the urge to get to his knees.]
God--
[His voice is just a touch thick.]
This is what I'd want a picture of. You with your mouth full.
[It wasn't as if Bruno hadn't had his attention before, but now Polnareff's eyes are locked on his mouth. Exhaling unsteadily, he bites his bottom lip, resisting the urge to push his fingers forward. There's pleasure to be found in watching Bruno take what he's given, but there's equal joy in seeing him simply do it because he likes to.]
[Bruno gives it a few seconds to see if Polnareff's impatience will get the better of him, but to his mild surprise, he manages to not start pushing his fingers further into Bruno's mouth. It seems only right that his patience be rewarded then. Bruno eases up on how hard he's sucking on his fingers, his tongue running along them as he both brings his head a little further forward and pushes Polnareff's hand closer with his own.]
[Right now, Polnareff won't interrupt for love or money. Bruno looks fantastic like that, hovering on the edge between suggestive and outright obscene, and he groans softly.]
[Bruno, and he'd whine his name if his mouth wasn't occupied. As it is, he moans into his mouth, just loudly enough to verge on obscene. Polnareff grinds his hips forward, whining pointedly, fully intent on getting as much pleasure as he can before Bruno inevitably pulls away.]
[Bruno meet Polnareff, pushing his hips back into him. Though the sound he makes is (predictably) quieter than Polnareff, he's no less desirous or pleased by the press of their bodies together. Which is why he doesn't pull away immediately. He knows he can't stay like this forever, or things will escalate. But he doesn't want to move away too soon either. He's decided a while ago, it's okay to sometimes just enjoy things anyway, and this is exactly that.]
[But he does pull away eventually, breaking off the kiss and shifting to put at least a minimal amount of space between the two of them to catch his breath.]
[He murmurs it, turning his head to the side to watch Bruno. He's a hell of a sight, panting for breath and red sore from kissing. Polnareff doesn't reach for his boyfriend, not yet, but he can at least try and verbally convince him.]
You know you'd be quiet. You're good at being quiet. And I'd have my mouth full, he'd never notice . . .
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[He catches his jaw in one hand, his thumb running over his bottom lip.]
Still want to shower alone?
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Kiss me again. Maybe I'll tell you.
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[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.]
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[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.]
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Pretty thing . . .
[Murmured, and he nips Bruno's bottom lip, his thumb sliding against his hip.]
Well?
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What was the question?
[He actually remembers the question, but after a kiss like that, it seems like an incredibly easy thing to forget.]
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Do you want to spend the rest of your showers alone?
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Mm, no, [he murmurs, shaking his head.]
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[He catches his chin again, his thumb pressing pointedly against his bottom lip.]
Open your mouth.
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[He's almost positive Bruno won't let him fuck him here, if only because Fugo's likely to come back to his room. But they can tease each other, at least. He can rile them both up, and if how Bruno wants to spoil him afterwards includes fucking, so much the better. Polnareff presses his thumb forward, eyes locked on the way Bruno's lips look wrapped tight around it.]
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God--
[His voice is just a touch thick.]
This is what I'd want a picture of. You with your mouth full.
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Is that all?
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[Though his attention certainly is caught now. Polnareff keeps his hand perfectly still, trying not to disturb him in the least.]
But that'd sure be the start.
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[It wasn't as if Bruno hadn't had his attention before, but now Polnareff's eyes are locked on his mouth. Exhaling unsteadily, he bites his bottom lip, resisting the urge to push his fingers forward. There's pleasure to be found in watching Bruno take what he's given, but there's equal joy in seeing him simply do it because he likes to.]
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At least let me blow you in here.
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Fugo's probably back by now, [he breathes before leaning forward to catch Polnareff in a hungry kiss.]
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[But he does pull away eventually, breaking off the kiss and shifting to put at least a minimal amount of space between the two of them to catch his breath.]
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[He murmurs it, turning his head to the side to watch Bruno. He's a hell of a sight, panting for breath and red sore from kissing. Polnareff doesn't reach for his boyfriend, not yet, but he can at least try and verbally convince him.]
You know you'd be quiet. You're good at being quiet. And I'd have my mouth full, he'd never notice . . .
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Sweetheart, even with your mouth full, you struggle with keeping quiet.
[He does lean in close though to place a few kisses to Polnareff's jaw.]
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[Don't be rude! Though it's noticeable he doesn't move an inch even as he protests, lest he disrupt those kisses.]
I could keep quiet like that if I wanted to. But moaning makes it better, so is it any wonder I don't bother?
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