[He slips his hand beneath his shirt, fingers teasing over his stomach, and grins against the crook of his neck.]
You're not gonna kick me out tonight of all nights. Not just because you love me-- [and he savors the words, pronouncing them with clear delight,] --but because that'd be such a waste. Why would you wanna kick me out when you could spend all night trying to make sure you don't scream?
We've been doing this half a year. You gotta know by now that's not just me bragging.
[Not that every night is perfect and spectacular. That's just unrealistic. But each time is enjoyable, at least, and more often than not one of them ends up having to muffle themselves.]
Once or twice, he tells me. Six months, and all I get is once or twice you were an okay lay--
[He nips lightly at the crook of his neck, echoing that scolding. And now his hand wanders down, skimming down his stomach before he toys idly at the hem of his trousers.]
So I shouldn't blow you tonight, is that what you're telling me?
Tonight's special, though. I wanna make sure I'm doing exactly what you want me to, Bruno.
[He doesn't pull at the fastenings, not yet. He skims his fingers, though, toying at the hem, his thumb brushing against Bruno's bare skin, waiting patiently for Bruno to ask for what he wants.]
[Bruno turns his head a little. It is admittedly more than a little tempting to urge Polnareff right along. It's not like he would deny Bruno if he did. But that's not the entirety of what Bruno wants tonight. Tonight, he wants to savor it instead. Let Polnareff tease for a while.]
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[He slips his hand beneath his shirt, fingers teasing over his stomach, and grins against the crook of his neck.]
You're not gonna kick me out tonight of all nights. Not just because you love me-- [and he savors the words, pronouncing them with clear delight,] --but because that'd be such a waste. Why would you wanna kick me out when you could spend all night trying to make sure you don't scream?
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Someone's feeling a little full of himself tonight, I see.
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[Not that every night is perfect and spectacular. That's just unrealistic. But each time is enjoyable, at least, and more often than not one of them ends up having to muffle themselves.]
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I might've noticed you seem to know what you're doing once or twice.
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[He nips lightly at the crook of his neck, echoing that scolding. And now his hand wanders down, skimming down his stomach before he toys idly at the hem of his trousers.]
So I shouldn't blow you tonight, is that what you're telling me?
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Since when have you ever been that easily discouraged, hm?
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[He doesn't pull at the fastenings, not yet. He skims his fingers, though, toying at the hem, his thumb brushing against Bruno's bare skin, waiting patiently for Bruno to ask for what he wants.]
I want to give you everything you want tonight.
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Is that why you're not kissing me right now?