[It's different than the last time, but Bodhi had been desperate then, and loosened with substance. Cassian didn't mind working for things this time, and he shifted to straddle Bodhi's hips, his knees touching the headboard. He tilted Bodhi's head up, his head turned to one side so he could kiss him deeper, firmer, his tongue pushing into Bodhi's mouth with a firm insistence.
He let his other hand drop to Bodhi's side, slipping up under his shirt and pushing it up slowly, letting his hand trail over his warm skin, his thumb dragging up Bodhi's torso while his fingers curled against his side. The shift in position let him settle more or less on Bodhi's lap, and every shift as he moved Bodhi's shirt or changed his approach was intentional, designed to work him up.]
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He let his other hand drop to Bodhi's side, slipping up under his shirt and pushing it up slowly, letting his hand trail over his warm skin, his thumb dragging up Bodhi's torso while his fingers curled against his side. The shift in position let him settle more or less on Bodhi's lap, and every shift as he moved Bodhi's shirt or changed his approach was intentional, designed to work him up.]