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[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 . . .

[risorto]

[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?

[risorto]

[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.

[risorto]

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.

[risorto]

[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?

[silvercrusader]

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 . . .

[He leans in, kissing him quickly.]

Pick your anything.

[risorto]

[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.]

I don't remember agreeing to take the bet.

[silvercrusader]

Bruno.

[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.]

[risorto]

[Bruno laughs quietly, wrapping his arms a little more securely around Polnareff's middle.]

I love you, too.