[His eyes scan Cassian's chest, and after a moment of appraisal, he slides his calloused hands along the exposed skin, paying careful detail to the scars. They're fascinating, and though Bodhi knows they came about for likely unpleasant reasons, Cassian wears them well.
It's also just easier to focus on touching Cassian too, so he's not entirely focused on how Cassian is making him feel--it's hard enough not to be squirmy as it is.]
What?
[Ultimately the question doesn't matter--his eyes flutter closed when Cassian palms at his dick with a quiet sigh of approval.]
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It's also just easier to focus on touching Cassian too, so he's not entirely focused on how Cassian is making him feel--it's hard enough not to be squirmy as it is.]
What?
[Ultimately the question doesn't matter--his eyes flutter closed when Cassian palms at his dick with a quiet sigh of approval.]