[He shifted back up, gripping the headboard as he did until he was straddling Bodhi's hips again, his knees to either side of him on the bed.
He pressed his forehead into Bodhi's shoulder for a moment, drawing in a ragged breath. The shift had caused the fabric of his pants to drag across his dick uncomfortably. He let the breath out and squeezed Bodhi's shoulder, turning his face to press his lips against the side of Bodhi's neck.
Somehow this felt far more intimate than anything he usually did, despite the almost innocent nature of it. He kept one hand on the headboard, and slipped the other into Bodhi's hair, tugging it loose for the second time. He wondered if Bodhi had ever considered getting it cut.]
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He pressed his forehead into Bodhi's shoulder for a moment, drawing in a ragged breath. The shift had caused the fabric of his pants to drag across his dick uncomfortably. He let the breath out and squeezed Bodhi's shoulder, turning his face to press his lips against the side of Bodhi's neck.
Somehow this felt far more intimate than anything he usually did, despite the almost innocent nature of it. He kept one hand on the headboard, and slipped the other into Bodhi's hair, tugging it loose for the second time. He wondered if Bodhi had ever considered getting it cut.]
Just do whatever feels comfortable to you.