The blanket was a terrible idea, and the Bodhi of ten minutes ago should be ashamed. The Bodhi of now grunts "Right, yes," and pushes off his knees. One pops, and pops again when he pulls the blanket down and climbs onto the couch. The protesting knee slides between the cushion and Cassian's hip as he straddles his husband's lap and leans back down to take up the kiss again.
This is better; chest to chest, Cassian's hand splayed between his shoulder blades, trading slick breaths in the dark. Like this, he can let the desperation bleed out of the kiss, settle into a rhythm of rocking new ones against Cassian's mouth.
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Date: 2019-04-27 05:01 am (UTC)This is better; chest to chest, Cassian's hand splayed between his shoulder blades, trading slick breaths in the dark. Like this, he can let the desperation bleed out of the kiss, settle into a rhythm of rocking new ones against Cassian's mouth.