[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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[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.