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[bodhing]

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.]

[doandordie]

I will. [He draws in a sharp breath at the first contact, relieved by the touch. After the first couple strokes he let go of Bodhi, leaning over to grab a small tube of lube and press it into his other hand.]

This'll help.

[He wet his lips and leaned back enough to watch Bodhi. He didn't want to make him more self-conscious, but he wanted to get a better look at Bodhi, more disheveled now that his hair was hanging loose.]

[bodhing]

[He takes the bottle of lube, and after squeezing some into his hand, he slips his hand back into Cassian's pants. When he strokes this time, it's a lot smoother, and he has to bite his lip and focus on Cassian's torso and crotch as he does this.

He might've just gotten off himself, but that doesn't keep him from appreciating Cassian's body, or being able to touch him. Eye contact is just a little too embarrassing at the moment.]

[doandordie]

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.]

[bodhing]

[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.]

[doandordie]

Do that again.

[It feels almost wrong to break the silence, but the low request comes anyway. Bodhi can't learn if he doesn't get feedback, and Cassian considers this very much a learning experience for Bodhi. A chance for him to acquire a few extra skills as much as it was letting Cassian calm his nerves and relieve some of the tension that built up over the course of their days in the city.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, regardless of how it might have seemed from Bodhi's perspective. The sooner they worked up to fulfilling their incentives the better, and this way Cassian didn't have to wonder whether or not the representatives would come looking for Bodhi to force him back to their galaxy too soon.

He'd been making progress, and Cassian wanted him to see it through until Ren had helped him piece his mind back together to a level Bodhi could be happy with.

His hips moved with Bodhi's strokes, and he decided to cut off the overthinking at the pass, before Bodhi could get too apprehensive or uncertain of his actions.]

You're doing great. [It's said in a breath, unsteady and pitched, and he kisses the man trapped between him and the headboard again. It's proven a good way to get Bodhi out of his head so far, and he's making use of that again, letting his hand shift to the back of his head instead, cushioning it from the headboard when he presses closer to Bodhi and deeper into the kiss.]