I miss you the second I walk out that door. It just gets worse the longer I'm away.
[Oh, that's disgusting, and it's debateable whether or not he's trying to be entirely serious. But there is a note of sincerity there, hidden beneath the teasing.]
That isn't answering the question. Tell me how, darling.
[Bruno rolls his eyes at the schmaltzy comment. Even if there is that note of sincerity and he can hear it, that's nothing that can really tone down the cheesiness of it.]
I am. I want you to kiss me like that's how you actually miss me. And if I'm not breathless by the end of it, I'm going to be disappointed.
Oh, well, god forbid he be displeased for a single second of the day!
[He'd normally cut himself off and dart in, but not this time. If it's breathlessness Bruno wants, it's what he'll get, and that means taking a more careful approach. Polnareff leans down, bumping their noses together, and murmurs:]
Close your eyes, sweet.
[Only when Bruno obeys does Polnareff continue: a hot exhale of breath, followed by the barest of kisses. It's just a slight brushing of their lips, and then he's pulling back. Before Bruno can protest, he kisses him again: just a touch more firmly, staying just a little longer. And so on, again and again, until finally he stops teasing them both and kisses him: hard, hungrily, his fingers skimming down his torso, teasing idle patterns.]
[He does almost start to complain at that first kiss. It's nowhere near enough, and certainly not what he was asking for. But Polnareff keeps him from complaining with a follow-up. And then there's another and another, and Bruno starts to get where this is headed very quickly. He smiles and melts into the kisses, pressing himself against Polnareff until they come to an end when he leans that short distance back against the wall.]
[He licks his lips as he starts to catch his breath before opening his eyes.]
[God, but he looks good just kissed. He looks good all the time, of course, but there's something fantastic about the way his mouth looks all reddened . . . and it's not as if Polnareff can look all the time. So best to get his fill right now.]
[He emphasizes the word with relish, his fingers skating just above Bruno's belt. Does he dare tug his shirt out and rumple him up completely? Ah, but not yet. If his boyfriend wants to be breathless (and Polnareff takes that as a challenge for the entire night, not just right now), he has to be seduced. He has to go slow about it. He has to tease, and build up to it, and drive them both so crazy that it's breathlessly, dizzyingly satisfying when they finally fuck.
He's not always good at being that patient. But he can be, sometimes, when the opportunity presents itself.]
I can think of a few things to end the time with. But first, darling mine-- [He slips his hands lower, gripping Bruno's hips and tugging him forward.] -- I think you should come sit in my lap and talk to me. Sound good?
[It is a little bit of a surprise, even when Polnareff pulls Bruno closer by the hips, that that's his answer. Patience is hardly Polnareff's forte, and the house is rarely empty. It appears he's in a teasing mood then. He leans up and kisses Polnareff again with a smile. Bruno's not about to complain.]
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[Oh, that's disgusting, and it's debateable whether or not he's trying to be entirely serious. But there is a note of sincerity there, hidden beneath the teasing.]
That isn't answering the question. Tell me how, darling.
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I am. I want you to kiss me like that's how you actually miss me. And if I'm not breathless by the end of it, I'm going to be disappointed.
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[He'd normally cut himself off and dart in, but not this time. If it's breathlessness Bruno wants, it's what he'll get, and that means taking a more careful approach. Polnareff leans down, bumping their noses together, and murmurs:]
Close your eyes, sweet.
[Only when Bruno obeys does Polnareff continue: a hot exhale of breath, followed by the barest of kisses. It's just a slight brushing of their lips, and then he's pulling back. Before Bruno can protest, he kisses him again: just a touch more firmly, staying just a little longer. And so on, again and again, until finally he stops teasing them both and kisses him: hard, hungrily, his fingers skimming down his torso, teasing idle patterns.]
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[He licks his lips as he starts to catch his breath before opening his eyes.]
That's more like it.
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[God, but he looks good just kissed. He looks good all the time, of course, but there's something fantastic about the way his mouth looks all reddened . . . and it's not as if Polnareff can look all the time. So best to get his fill right now.]
Tell me you missed me too.
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[Bruno leans up, pressing quick, successive kisses to Polnareff's lips before settling back down.]
I'd much rather spend all day looking at you than going back and forth between the dog and the books.
[Polnareff teases by being over the top. Bruno teases by downplaying. Somewhere in the middle, there's always the truth.]
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[He interrupts himself for a kiss, this one shorter and sweeter than before.]
--see, shit like that is how I remember you love me. I'd rather look at you than the dog, he tells me, that's how you know it's true love--
[Polnareff leans in, nuzzling against him, pressing idle kisses to his lips.]
Mm. How long do we have the house alone?
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Knowing Giorno? Probably a couple more hours. [He tips his head to one side.] So, how should we spend the time?
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[He emphasizes the word with relish, his fingers skating just above Bruno's belt. Does he dare tug his shirt out and rumple him up completely? Ah, but not yet. If his boyfriend wants to be breathless (and Polnareff takes that as a challenge for the entire night, not just right now), he has to be seduced. He has to go slow about it. He has to tease, and build up to it, and drive them both so crazy that it's breathlessly, dizzyingly satisfying when they finally fuck.
He's not always good at being that patient. But he can be, sometimes, when the opportunity presents itself.]
I can think of a few things to end the time with. But first, darling mine-- [He slips his hands lower, gripping Bruno's hips and tugging him forward.] -- I think you should come sit in my lap and talk to me. Sound good?
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Mm, it sounds perfect.