Once, in an after-hours barracks debate, Bodhi'd cited couch sex as the only plausible evidence for intelligent design. All those hormones and endorphins and oxytocin swimming around in the brain and blood, and for what purpose? So two human beings can ignore one another's elbows and knees and ribs and chins long enough to share space on a narrow strip of cushions, that's what.
Been a while since he'd thought about that particular conversation. Been almost as long since he's been in a position to think about it - life with kids and pets doesn't facilitate a lot of freeform sex - but it drifts to mind now, as he tugs the scratchy afghan over his and Cassian's shoulders and wedges his calf a little more firmly between Cassian's knees.
"Ow," he chuckles, somewhere in the negative space between his husband's neck and ear and tickling hair. "Too old for this."
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Date: 2019-10-06 11:50 pm (UTC)Been a while since he'd thought about that particular conversation. Been almost as long since he's been in a position to think about it - life with kids and pets doesn't facilitate a lot of freeform sex - but it drifts to mind now, as he tugs the scratchy afghan over his and Cassian's shoulders and wedges his calf a little more firmly between Cassian's knees.
"Ow," he chuckles, somewhere in the negative space between his husband's neck and ear and tickling hair. "Too old for this."