[Cassian makes a noise in response, as if he's tried to answer. It vibrates against the dick in his mouth, and satisfied with his ability not to choke on Bodhi he pulls his head back and sinks back down, building up a rhythm, turning his head just slightly now and then.
The hand at Bodhi's sack closes loosely around the sensitive skin, running his thumb over his sack, cupping and rolling them in his hand. His full focus and intent was on pushing Bodhi as far as he could and keeping him out of his own head for the duration of it.
But then Bodhi says his name and Cassian's actions stutter for half a beat before he picks them back up with renewed vigor, his knees pressed tight together as he tries not to focus on the spike in his pulse. It had been a long, long time since anyone had used his name in anything resembling that tone or this circumstance. Even longer since Cassian hadn't needed to extend a bit of extra effort to get into the act as much as he was with Bodhi.
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The hand at Bodhi's sack closes loosely around the sensitive skin, running his thumb over his sack, cupping and rolling them in his hand. His full focus and intent was on pushing Bodhi as far as he could and keeping him out of his own head for the duration of it.
But then Bodhi says his name and Cassian's actions stutter for half a beat before he picks them back up with renewed vigor, his knees pressed tight together as he tries not to focus on the spike in his pulse. It had been a long, long time since anyone had used his name in anything resembling that tone or this circumstance. Even longer since Cassian hadn't needed to extend a bit of extra effort to get into the act as much as he was with Bodhi.
Trust, as it turns out, made a big difference.]