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[imthepilot]

[From here]

Bodhi walks upstairs, hand in hand with Galen. Kyber trots along with them, stopping every now and then to try to clean the melting snow off his fur.

"Inside, little one. I'll dry you off." As soon as he gets out of his wet boots.

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi nods and kisses Galen, twisting his wrist on the upstroke.

Galen is far too coherent for Bodhi's liking.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi..." Galen sighs softly, distracted by the sudden increase of pleasure.

[imthepilot]

"Fall for me, Galen. Show me how much you enjoy this."

His own cock is hard and aching, so ready to spill.

[galen_erso]

"Like this," Galen says, thrusting towards the warmth of Bodhi. "Yes."

And then he spills, long and drawn-out, all over Bodhi's front.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi groans and presses close, on the very edge himself.

[galen_erso]

Galen reaches down to touch him, feeling his need.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi surges into Galen's hand, groaning almost in pain. "Please, Galen?"

[galen_erso]

Winded though he is, Galen takes hold and strokes deftly. At the same time, he leans in to kiss Bodhi.

[imthepilot]

It only takes two strokes before Bodhi's coming apart in Galen's hand, moaning into that kiss.

He falls to the side, clinging tight to Galen.

"Love you." he breathes.

[galen_erso]

Galen holds him, still breathing heavily himself, and clings to him.

"Love you," he murmurs back.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi snuggles close, waiting for his legs to stop shaking long enough to clean them both up.

Eventually.

[galen_erso]

Galen is in no hurry to get clean again; he pulls a blanket haphazardly over them both -- his own right foot sticks out, but Bodhi's should both be warm -- and just snuggles.

And breathes.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi kisses Galen languidly, nuzzling the marks he left on Galen's neck.

Thankfully their rooms are warm and comfortable. But not so warm that he doesn't want to snuggle close.

[galen_erso]

Galen kisses him back, and murmurs, "This must be paradise", and then, "Oh, wait, it probably is."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi laughs warmly, running a hand down Galen's flank to cup his ass comfortably. "I think it must be. At least for us."

[galen_erso]

Galen moves into the touch, humming assent. "Now that we are both here," he says. "I know it was quite the opposite for you, before that."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shakes his head, turning his wrists away, hiding the scars. "That doesn't matter. Not any more. Not now you're here."

[galen_erso]

"And we are getting married," Galen says. "Which is additionally wonderful."

[imthepilot]

"And we have forever. Or as long as heaven will give us."

He toys with Galen's hair. "Have you given any through to where we might go together, after the wedding? A honeymoon. We have three days if we can find someone to open a door for us."

[galen_erso]

"Five, Teja told me," Galen says. "And he'd open his door for us. Either of them; but if we want to go somewhere we can climb, it should by Italy, and a time when there is transport and the like."

[imthepilot]

"Somewhere called the Alps? There was a priest I was talking to. He suggested it."

[galen_erso]

"Yes, somewhere called Tyrolia, which is in that country, or those mountains," Galen says. "I did not quite gather which was which, as he then started telling me about how Adalgoth had grown up there."

[imthepilot]

"We'll have five days to explore and find out." Bodhi smiles. "And if we're lucky, a door will be close and we can come back and go again."

[galen_erso]

"We might need a goddess for that, but they exist here," Galen says.

[imthepilot]

"Really?" Bodhi gets up and grabs a cloth, cleaning them both up before settling back in Galen's arms. "We need a god for more time?"