[It's unexpected. He hadn't established any rules with Bodhi, hadn't seen the need, and when he finds the other man's lips against his- he doesn't feel a need to pull away. Bodhi's kiss is almost innocent, a touch desperate as Cassian pulls him apart at the edges.
It's been a long time since he's let anyone kiss him, and with good reason. Feelings made things complicated, and kissing was the fastest way to spiral something simple into a mess. He doesn't think about it like that this time. He lets it linger and presses into it. Bodhi needs this, needs to be dragged out of his head, given something that's his, allowed to build it and hold onto it and Cassian is enjoying the process and the reactions he pulls from Bodhi too much to stop now.
He guides Bodhi through it, helps him move the kiss to something steadier, and lets himself enjoy the tug of fingers in his hair.
The angle is both better and more inconvenient, though, and Cassian shifts to tug his arm free and presses Bodhi down onto his back. He keeps his weight to his knees and his arm, ignores the discomfort of shifting when the tug and slide of his clothes reminds him of how much he enjoys responsive partners, and hovers over Bodhi. The new position gives him easier access, and he makes use of that, even going so far as to lean in to kiss him again, soft but persistent, while he works Bodhi back up to the edge.]
no subject
It's been a long time since he's let anyone kiss him, and with good reason. Feelings made things complicated, and kissing was the fastest way to spiral something simple into a mess. He doesn't think about it like that this time. He lets it linger and presses into it. Bodhi needs this, needs to be dragged out of his head, given something that's his, allowed to build it and hold onto it and Cassian is enjoying the process and the reactions he pulls from Bodhi too much to stop now.
He guides Bodhi through it, helps him move the kiss to something steadier, and lets himself enjoy the tug of fingers in his hair.
The angle is both better and more inconvenient, though, and Cassian shifts to tug his arm free and presses Bodhi down onto his back. He keeps his weight to his knees and his arm, ignores the discomfort of shifting when the tug and slide of his clothes reminds him of how much he enjoys responsive partners, and hovers over Bodhi. The new position gives him easier access, and he makes use of that, even going so far as to lean in to kiss him again, soft but persistent, while he works Bodhi back up to the edge.]