[Bruno likes it, anyway, if his hands all over the skin he's found is any indication. His palms are gentle but not light, sliding over every inch he can get to.
When he's moved he goes willingly, pausing only to turn off some of the lights that festoon the structure.]
Too much light hurts my eyes, [is all he says before he sinks down onto the cushions, gazing up at the other man, watching him with lidded eyes. Lying there, he feels a little wanton, a little salacious, but he revels in it. Too much time spent alone. Too much time spent fearing losing his body entirely.
He slides his hands lightly down his own middle and a breathy sound leaves him as he makes short work of unfastening his trousers.]
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When he's moved he goes willingly, pausing only to turn off some of the lights that festoon the structure.]
Too much light hurts my eyes, [is all he says before he sinks down onto the cushions, gazing up at the other man, watching him with lidded eyes. Lying there, he feels a little wanton, a little salacious, but he revels in it. Too much time spent alone. Too much time spent fearing losing his body entirely.
He slides his hands lightly down his own middle and a breathy sound leaves him as he makes short work of unfastening his trousers.]