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Maybe we can find out one day.

[It would be something fun to do, and even if there's not elephants, there'd be plenty more to see. But in the meantime, he manages to find two other videos to watch--they're easier to find, between autocorrect and knowing the proper name for them now,]

I like them. [He shifts some as one of the videos play, in effort to hold the tablet in a manner that makes it easier for Cassian to see easily too.]

They seem a very trusting species.

[With Bodhi's shift, Cassian's had ends up in his hair, undoing the tie holding it up while he's distracted and running his fingers through the loose hair to set it free of the tight hold he usually kept it in.

He was idly carding his fingers through the strands while they watched the videos.]

[He looks up when Cassian removes the hair tie, but he doesn't protest or make a big deal out of it. It feels strange to have someone playing with his hair, but it's one that's actually quite comfortable.

Bodhi is quiet for the duration of the videos, but when they end he hums.]

What should we watch now?

[It's surprising, in a way, the things Bodhi lets him get away with at times. Cassian's hands slip out of the other man's hair to the back of his neck after the question, and he watches him a moment, considering the question and what to suggest.

He comes out of it with nothing to offer, though, and leans in, instead, using a light grip on Bodhi's hair at the base of his skull to tilt his head back. The previous time they had done anything, Bodhi had been under the influence of some tension and inhibition lowering substances. Now he was presumably of his usual mind set.

It left Cassian pondering whether or not he would still want the attention, or if he would be too nervous about it to respond as he had before. It had been Bodhi who had initiated the kiss the first time, so this time, Cassian is the one to press his lips to Bodhi's.]

[There's a small surprised sound coming from Bodhi; it's naivete perhaps, that despite the fact that this should have been an obvious move before it happened, he hadn't expected it.

He's a little tentative, feeling his nervousness and uncertainty a lot more than he did last time. Despite this, he responds to the kiss, shifting some but not yet knowing what to do with his hands.]

[Cassian's fingers curl in Bodhi's hair when he makes a sound. He had not been sure Bodhi would respond, initially. There had been a slight worry that the attention would be unwanted, but it passed quickly. Cassianhad avoided kissing for so long, and now that it's been added back to his interactions, it was a problem.

He tries to coax Bodhi's lips to part, delving deeper into the kiss. The light scratch of fingers against scalp and the brush of his tongue intended to take Bodhi's mind away from his nerves again. It might take more work without the help of alcohol, but he was confident in his ability to do so.]

[Bodhi is a little slower to the uptake, but he's not any less interested in this than he was last time they kissed. This time is slightly different apart from the lack of liquid courage--mainly that Cassian initiated. Bodhi isn't sure why it comes as such a surprise to him, but it does, despite the fact that they've discussed this, and knowing it benefits both of them.

He shifts some so he can face Cassian fully, lips parting. He finally rests his hands on Cassian's shoulders, letting him take the lead.]

[It's different than the last time, but Bodhi had been desperate then, and loosened with substance. Cassian didn't mind working for things this time, and he shifted to straddle Bodhi's hips, his knees touching the headboard. He tilted Bodhi's head up, his head turned to one side so he could kiss him deeper, firmer, his tongue pushing into Bodhi's mouth with a firm insistence.

He let his other hand drop to Bodhi's side, slipping up under his shirt and pushing it up slowly, letting his hand trail over his warm skin, his thumb dragging up Bodhi's torso while his fingers curled against his side. The shift in position let him settle more or less on Bodhi's lap, and every shift as he moved Bodhi's shirt or changed his approach was intentional, designed to work him up.]

[All things considered, Bodhi adapts well to Cassian changing positions. He likes being closer, and kissing is easier this way. His technique could use all the improvement, if only because of his lack of experience. Still, he tries his best, opening his mouth pliantly, brushing his tongue against Cassian's.

He makes a sound in the midst of the kiss when Cassian touches him. His hands are warm, but it doesn't stop Bodhi from shuddering as the shirt gets pulled off. Deciding to follow Cassian's lead, he starts tugging at his shirt as well.]

[Cassian sits back on his heels long enough to tug his shirt off over his head. He was not initially planning on doing more than he had the time before, but the extra contact is nice and the position lends itself to a different form of distraction. His torso is covered in a myriad of scars that are easy to see once the shirt is gone, a map of injuries from twenty years of fighting a war and too slim of resources for much in the way of bacta.

He runs his hands along Bodhi's sides and chest, letting his touch smooth over the muscles and bones he could feel, watching Bodhi's reactions and tempted to keep eye contact with him, if only to see him react. But he still was going on the assumption Bodhi just wants the physical aspect, albeit from someone he feels t least comfortable enough with to want to do it again.]

If you feel comfortable doing it, I want you to close your eyes. You can open them any time you need to.

[As he's saying it he lets his hand slip down to grip Bodhi's dick through his pajama pants, giving it a rolling stroke with just the flat of his palm.]

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[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.]

That's good. [Cassian responds, tone soft and low. He watches Bodhi breathe for a moment. just working on him through the fabric of his pants slowly until he feels Bodhi getting hard under his hand. It would be easy to just work him up and get him off again, but Cassian found most of his enjoyment in the reactions he could draw from people and the awareness that he could take someone so completely out of their head.

He shifted, his movements slow but smooth as he knelt straddling Bodhi's knees instead. It shouldn't come as much of a surprise when he coaxes Bodhi's hips up enough to tug the flannel down past them and low enough to let Cassian work. He'd stocked Bodhi's bedside table after the first night- He'd stocked all the bedside tables, but he didn't tug them open, his rough hand surprisingly gentle in a few slow pulls along his dick.]

Don't forget to breathe. [It's a quiet suggestion, or a warning, a last comment before Cassian leans down and slides his tongue from the tip to the base, still holding Bodhi's dick in the palm of his hand. It's one slow but smooth movement and then Cassian's back at the tip and sliding his mouth down around it with his palm flat against Bodhi's hip to make sure the less experienced man didn't buck into his mouth.]

[Bodhi is accommodating, shifting enough so it isn't much of a problem when Cassian tugs at his pajama pants. It's once he's exposed that the vulnerability hits him; essentially completely naked, with the lights on.

In a quick thinking moment, he glances over at Ground, who sadly has already seen too much, and re-positions the stuffed animal so it's facing the wall. It's good timing, if only because following that Cassian is touching his dick directly, to which Bodhi responds to by biting his bottom lip in effort to hide the sounds that are inevitably going to fill the room.

He doesn't get much more of a warning from Cassian after that, and then he's overwhelmed by hot, wet warmth on his dick. He trembles, back arching and struggling to stay still.] Stars.

[Cassian pays little attention to the stuffed one-trunked thune. The lights were an oversight, but the door was shut and that was really all that mattered.

He presses down more firmly on Bodhi's hips and holds him in place with one hand, the pressure steady and unwavering. He took a moment just to drag his tongue slowly over the skin. It takes a moment for him to adjust to having the taste in his mouth again, but he's no stranger to giving his partners a bit of extra attention.

He strokes Bodhi's hip reassuringly with his fingertips, using his palm to keep him in place, and pulls back enough to let Bodhi's dick slide free of his mouth a moment, his breath hot against the head as he takes a moment to check on Bodhi. He takes the younger man's wrist, directing his hand to Cassian's hair.]

If you need me to stop, say something. Otherwise, just lean back and relax. Let yourself enjoy this. [Don't think. Cassian doesn't say the last part though. He shuts himself up by going back to what he started and closing his mouth around Bodhi's dick again. He takes his time, adjusting to taking just a bit more each time he slides his mouth back down. He keeps one hand on Bodhi's hip and the other pressed flat against his pelvis, holding his dick between just his thumb and forefinger to occasionally give the base a faint squeeze.]

[It's difficult to relax initially. The newness and intensity of the sensations make him tense up. They're enjoyable--just a bit overwhelming. He trusts Cassian, at least, not to bite down and cause undo pain or anything of the sort.

Bodhi finds that it's easier to focus on the enjoyment and relax when he's not looking, so he leans into the headboard, closing his eyes. Eventually his hands find Cassian's hair, sliding through it and tugging occasionally. It's still hard to remain still, but he does his best all the same.

Words don't happen so much as varying sounds of enjoyment, and when something feels particularly good, his legs jerk, possibly squeezing Cassian unintentionally.]

[Some day he'll give Bodhi more freedom, but Cassian really didn't enjoy choking on over enthusiastic thrusts and he wanted to take his time with it. Bodhi's reactions are just as raw and somewhat charmingly fresh as they had been the other night, and it does things for Cassian that still catch him off guard. It's not new for him to enjoy responsive partners, it's just been a while since he's taken his time like this and trusted his partner enough to enjoy himself without some part of his mind still on edge and waiting for things to go south.

He listens to Bodhi's responses, runs his tongue over areas the get a better response and lets his lips drag when he pulls back. Between the noises come from Bodhi and the general noise of the room, it's all a bit obscene, and Cassian has a moment where he's relieved Bodhi's not looking when he glances up to check on him. He changes tactics when Bodhi's breathing picks up, and keeps pressing down until he can feel his beard catching against hair and skin, taking a moment just to remind himself to breathe through his nose as he let his mouth adjust.

His hand rocked slowly back and forth against Bodhi's hip and then he slid his hand down, hollowing his cheeks and swallowing around the dick in his mouth, his hand dropping between Bodhi's thighs, a testing stroke of his fingers around the underside of his sack.]

[--if he thought things were good before, they're now much, much better. There's a strangled sound of a moan--one that would definitely be embarrassing if he were more in his head right now--as Cassian takes him fully. Bodhi's grip on Cassian's hair tightens, his chest heaving.]

Cassian--

[Is there more he should be doing now? He's not quite sure, but he knows he's enjoying things right now.]

[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.

Trust, as it turns out, made a big difference.]

[The vibration works him up even more; Bodhi is overwhelmed by everything he's feeling, and he can tell he's not going to last much longer. In a brief moment of clarity, he tugs on Cassian's hair again, this time a bit more insistently.]

I'm going to--

[The words are failing him, but he's at least trying to give Cassian a chance to pull away first.]

[Cassian likely should pull back, but he doesn't. Rather than make a mess of their clothing and Bodhi's bed, he pulls back only halfway and moves his hands, digging his fingers just slightly into his Bodhi's thighs.

He swallows around him, dragging his tongue slowly along the underside and around the width of it. He kept it up, hollowing his cheeks and working him harder.

He wasn't stopping, and he didn't until he'd pulled Bodhi over the edge. He swallowed Bodhi down when he came, taking him all the way to the base and continuing to work him over until Bodhi's trembling thighs went still beneath his hands. Only then did he let Bodhi's dick slide free from his mouth and rubbed the side of his hand over his lips.]

[The orgasm is intense, leaving Bodhi moaning and trembling. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, and once he does, he opens his eyes and watches Cassian, face flushed.

He combs his fingers through Cassian's hair again. After a moment, he can bring himself to speak.]

Do you want me to do something for you?

[Cassian pressed his lips to the inside of Bodhi's thigh in response to the fingers in his hair with a soft hum against the warmth of his skin.

If Bodhi hadn't offered wanting to do so before he was riding an orgasmic high, Cassian would have turned him down again, just as he had the first time. It was not an unfamiliar scenario for him.

But Bodhi had said his name, and that alone had made the prospect of making the walk to the bathroom a dauntingly uncomfortable one without the offer making matters worse.

His breathing was rough, and it would take ten minutes of walking himself through the breakdown and reassembly of his BlasTech blaster to be able to get his composure back. So when he speaks, his voice is rough and strained.]

If you would like to.

[He nodded, licking his lips slowly. Bodhi's glad that Cassian agreed--this is something new, perhaps a bit intimidating because of that, but he wants to return the favor in some fashion.

It was only fair and he couldn't deny his own curiosity.]

You should sit up again.

[It doesn't matter in what fashion, he just can't get into his pants easily this way.]

[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.]

Just do whatever feels comfortable to you.

If you don't like it, tell me.

[He at least knows how a dick is supposed to be handled, it's just a matter of figuring out how to handle another man's junk properly. Hands fumbling, it takes him a couple moments to get his hands under the waistband of Cassian's sweatpants.

He wraps one of his hands around Cassian's dick, giving it a slow, hesitant stroke, hyper-aware and cautious, not wanting to grip too hardly or anything of the sort.]

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