[Cassian's reactions might be more subtle than Bodhi's had been, but he is at least able to tell that he's enjoying it at least somewhat--the swear and the shoulder squeeze is enough to convince himself of that.
He keeps at a steady pace, changing the amount of pressure put into his grip. When his hand nears the tip, he switches things up a bit by running his thumb over it. His other hand rests on Cassian's hip, thumbing over his hip bone idly.]
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He keeps at a steady pace, changing the amount of pressure put into his grip. When his hand nears the tip, he switches things up a bit by running his thumb over it. His other hand rests on Cassian's hip, thumbing over his hip bone idly.]