[As so often happens, Bruno tastes like half the contents of a bar, that sharp and sweet flavour peculiar to habitual cocktail drinking. He's careful of those sharp teeth, even though the occasional poke of those little points sends heated shivers through him.
He pulls away very slowly, but only far enough to speak.]
You feel really good, [he breathes. His skin is at once very warm and softly cool, as though surrounded by a gentle mist, and his stubbly beard is soft. He nuzzles his face into the other man's hand for a moment before leaning in for another kiss. Desire stirs in him, its powerful coils sleepily shifting.]
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He pulls away very slowly, but only far enough to speak.]
You feel really good, [he breathes. His skin is at once very warm and softly cool, as though surrounded by a gentle mist, and his stubbly beard is soft. He nuzzles his face into the other man's hand for a moment before leaning in for another kiss. Desire stirs in him, its powerful coils sleepily shifting.]