[He lets out a little mm noise and buries himself in his mug. It's just-- it's not that he thinks what Jotaro's saying is wrong. That's foreplay, isn't it? Just making someone else feel good, not with specific moves but with general physical affection. He's done that. And when you take it further, it isn't as if the theory falls apart; he's had sex enough to know that. But--
It all goes complicated when he thinks about it. It's all very well for a woman to do things to him, for him to have desires and wants and specific urges, but for him to apply it to Bruno? To look at him and think I want this from you, to do to you? Polnareff squints down at his cocoa.
Maybe the problem is shyness. He hates that thought, though, because it's so stupid. What a stupid problem to have; shyness is bullshit. He's never shy. But maybe that's what this is; maybe he's just intimidated because he's never done this before.
Oh, lame. Polnareff sighs and tips his head back, scowling at the wall.]
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It all goes complicated when he thinks about it. It's all very well for a woman to do things to him, for him to have desires and wants and specific urges, but for him to apply it to Bruno? To look at him and think I want this from you, to do to you? Polnareff squints down at his cocoa.
Maybe the problem is shyness. He hates that thought, though, because it's so stupid. What a stupid problem to have; shyness is bullshit. He's never shy. But maybe that's what this is; maybe he's just intimidated because he's never done this before.
Oh, lame. Polnareff sighs and tips his head back, scowling at the wall.]
You know what the worst part is?