[Cassian had shifted to be able to watch Bodhi, his thumb pressing up against the edge and over the tip. He'd agree it was progress. All of it was.
Any time Bodhi's hips started to move too much, or the sounds escaping him grow too frantic, Cassian backs his actions down. He was dragging it out and making it last. The more desperate Bodhi's responses grew, the more confident Cassian was he would at least get a good night's sleep when they were through.
His breathing was heavy, and he pressed his mouth to Bodhi's shoulder to keep from saying anything, as the desire rose to encourage him or tell him to move more as he needed. He didn't want to shatter whatever illusions Bodhi might have built up in his head.]
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Any time Bodhi's hips started to move too much, or the sounds escaping him grow too frantic, Cassian backs his actions down. He was dragging it out and making it last. The more desperate Bodhi's responses grew, the more confident Cassian was he would at least get a good night's sleep when they were through.
His breathing was heavy, and he pressed his mouth to Bodhi's shoulder to keep from saying anything, as the desire rose to encourage him or tell him to move more as he needed. He didn't want to shatter whatever illusions Bodhi might have built up in his head.]