[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 . . .
I don't want to have sex after cleaning. The only time I want to have sex where I'm all worked up and sweaty beforehand is when I've been fighting, so unless this is all leaning up to you telling me to go beat somebody up . . .
[Polnareff ends up cutting off a laugh with that kiss, but it lives on as a smile. The kiss is over with too quickly for Bruno's taste, so before he speaks, he steals two more from Polnareff.]
[It isn't a protest this time. Just a whine, ragged and long-suffering, and he slumps over, pressing his forehead against the tiled wall. For emphasis.]
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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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You always have an excuse.
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[Bruno pulls back a little again.]
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[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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Mm, but what if I find you doing chores to be "sexy-like."
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[He leans in, kissing him quickly.]
Pick your anything.
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I don't remember agreeing to take the bet.
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[It isn't a protest this time. Just a whine, ragged and long-suffering, and he slumps over, pressing his forehead against the tiled wall. For emphasis.]
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I love you, too.