@yunyield said: Boobs in my mouth
Bruno gazed back at Hibari steadily. Agents from different gangs across the world came and went. This meeting should have proceeded like every other, should have been over since the day before. Somehow, the hours kept dragging on. They’d sidestepped a long time ago, though Bruno wasn’t entirely sure where. It was a feeling, more than substantial evidence laying on the table. Regardless of its origins, the string was there, crossing the space between them and linking their mutual interest together.
Of all the men who could’ve caught Bruno’s eye, it had to be the cold-hearted assassin from overseas. He placed back his teacup on the table, unhurriedly. He’d noticed in the span of their short interactions that Hibari’s glances weren’t trained only on the knife Bruno kept in his pocket as bait, but there were few instances where the attention wandered north. Bruno knew what his suit looked like, the white contrasting his tan skin. Hibari seemed to know the same.
When Hibari stood from his seat, Bruno didn’t move. He watched Hibari pace the floor length in certain steps, light and almost imperceptible. Bruno might have responded with a violent impulse, called Sticky Fingers and left him to rest on the rug in small pieces. And yet, he tilt his head to the side and allowed Hibari to lean close, a knee on the armrest. Hibari hovered like a heavy film of clouds, dark and cold. Bruno felt the pressure of steel buried in his chest, keeping him grounded to his chair.
That infections seriousness nearly made Bruno’s skin shiver, if these tricks weren’t under his sleeve as well. He regarded Hibari’s expression with a light gesture from his eyebrows.
“I understand your weariness. I’ll do what I can to keep Vongola’s agent from leaving Naples with a poor image of Signore Polpo’s hospitality.” Bruno placed two fingers atop the tonfa, guided it away from his chest with a light touch. His hand remained there, stationary. It wasn’t a threat, but kept the two of them anchored to a place where Bruno would be able to land a punch if necessary. He hoped not.
He began to sense the fragile thread strain the longer this silence stretched out. He sensed, too, the way Hibari’s fingers brushed against his palm. Bruno switched his grip, steadfast and quick to yank Hibari closer still. “Was the tea not to your liking? Were you hoping for something else?”
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