Fuck. [It's a short expletive under his breath at the slick, smoother strokes, a word less familiar to their galaxy than this one and far from negative going by his tone.
Cassian's hand clenches on the headboard in appreciation of the change in sensation. He's well practiced in self control, and it's only the hitches in his breathing that give away his response at first. But Bodhi is new to this, and Cassian doesn't want him second guessing himself, so he puts his hand back on Bodhi's shoulder, squeezing occasionally in encouragement and letting Bodhi explore and take his time.
The inexperience is a small price to pay to have someone else's hand on him, and he worries his lip with his teeth after a soft groan of appreciation. With their shirts off this time, Bodhi's focus on his scarred torso gives him a better opportunity to appreciate the pilot's body without Bodhi getting overly flustered at the attention.]
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Cassian's hand clenches on the headboard in appreciation of the change in sensation. He's well practiced in self control, and it's only the hitches in his breathing that give away his response at first. But Bodhi is new to this, and Cassian doesn't want him second guessing himself, so he puts his hand back on Bodhi's shoulder, squeezing occasionally in encouragement and letting Bodhi explore and take his time.
The inexperience is a small price to pay to have someone else's hand on him, and he worries his lip with his teeth after a soft groan of appreciation. With their shirts off this time, Bodhi's focus on his scarred torso gives him a better opportunity to appreciate the pilot's body without Bodhi getting overly flustered at the attention.]