He had some vague notion of restraint, to begin with. The slide of Bodhi's knowledgeable hands under his shirt blows that resolution all to hell; skin contact cannot wait. Cassian fumbles a bit, fingers shaking in his rush to return the favor, and then his palm slots into place against the base of Bodhi's spine and it's like closing a circuit: everything lights up. For a second he can't breathe, can't see, can't do anything but need.
Another kiss buoys him up, unlocks his lungs. He sighs into it, drags his hand gently up the ridge of Bodhi's back, working the hairtie out of his straggling ponytail with the other.
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Date: 2019-04-27 11:38 pm (UTC)Another kiss buoys him up, unlocks his lungs. He sighs into it, drags his hand gently up the ridge of Bodhi's back, working the hairtie out of his straggling ponytail with the other.