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[risorto]

[Bruno inhales sharply at the resulting pressure.]

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

[silvercrusader]

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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[Bruno lets Polnareff's thumb part his lips, nipping at the tip of it.]

[silvercrusader]

Good boy.

[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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[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.]

[silvercrusader]

[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.

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[With a low hum, Bruno releases Polnareff's thumb from his mouth. He reaches a hand up to turn Polnareff's hand to nip at his other fingers.]

Is that all?

[silvercrusader]

Well, not all.

[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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[Bruno hums in amusement because that's what he thought the answer was going to be, and wordlessly slips two of Polnareff's fingers into his mouth.]

[silvercrusader]

Christ--

[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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[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.]

[silvercrusader]

[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.]

At least let me blow you in here.

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[Bruno lets Polnareff's fingers fall from his mouth, shaking his head a little.]

Fugo's probably back by now, [he breathes before leaning forward to catch Polnareff in a hungry kiss.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

[silvercrusader]

You'd be quiet.

[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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[Bruno huffs a small laugh.]

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.]

[silvercrusader]

Bruno!

[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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[He manages to successfully avoid interrupting the kisses, but Bruno does start to smile.]

You always have an excuse.

[silvercrusader]

Bet you anything I can stay quiet while I blow you.

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Anything?

[Bruno pulls back a little again.]

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, anything.

[A moment, and a brief flash of awareness hits as he adds:]

Oh, don't make it something stupid. Chores or whatever. I mean-- [And he leers a little, in demonstration.] --anything, you know. Sexy-like.

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[Bruno laughs at the clarification.]

Mm, but what if I find you doing chores to be "sexy-like."

[silvercrusader]

Yeah, but you don't. Nobody ever got laid after they cleaned out the fridge.

[risorto]

How would you know? You haven't cleaned any fridges out lately, have you?