New Years night

[imthepilot]

{From here}

Bodhi leads Galen by the hand back to their room. The cats are out somewhere, having adventures of their own. Their rooms are warm and welcoming, the little strings of lights on the balcony giving everything a green lint. A feeling of being alive.

Silver confetti still in their hair, Bodhi pulls Galen into a slow, loving kiss.

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[galen_erso]

"Not necessarily," Galen says. "But possible. Our clothes are intended to be removable, unlike the cats' fur."

[imthepilot]

"We should at least make them easier to get off." He plays with the hem of Galen's shirt. "So they're at least loose. And easier to get off."

[galen_erso]

"So, off with the belts and shoes, open buttons and zippers?" Galen says, slowly opening his collar.

[imthepilot]

"Good start." Bodhi toes off his shoes as he reaches for Galen's belt.

[galen_erso]

Galen tilts into the touch, eyes warm and soft with expectation.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi undoes Galen's belt slowly, hands moving over the fabric of his pants as he slips it out and drops it on the floor. He eases a hand up Galens's side, stroking the warm skin as he pushes up Galen's shirt.

[galen_erso]

Galen closes his eyes with pleasure at the touch, and reaches out for Bodhi's collar at the same time, to open it and then bend his head to kiss the soft skin on the side of his neck.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi doesn't quite keen but he does breathe a moan, tilting his head to give Galen access.

[galen_erso]

"Mine," murmurs Galen, lips moving on Bodhi's skin, "all mine! Now and for always."

[imthepilot]

"Now and always." Bodhi echoes, pucking at the opening of Galen's shirt.

[galen_erso]

Galen tilts back his head.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi kisses the crest of his throat as he pushes Galen's shirt open.

[galen_erso]

Galen pulls at Bodhi's shirt, leaning forward into the touch as he does so.

[imthepilot]

So different from their last love making. Slow and gentle and joyful. Bodhi is glad they still have so much to share and do and learn from each other.

His lifts his arms to let Galen take his shirt off, confetti tumbling to the floor as it falls from his hair.

[galen_erso]

Galen lifts his hand to run his fingers through Bodhi's hair, chuckling.

"You still have New Year in your hair."

[imthepilot]

"So do you." Bodhi laughs, returning the favour.

He takes Galen's hand, dropping his loosened clothes as they make their way toward to bedroom.

[galen_erso]

"At least they didn't throw glitter," Galen chuckles, taking Bodhi's hand and turning him around as if they were still dancing.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi leans into him, happy to dance to the music of their own hearts and breath. He lets Galen lead, resting his head on Galen's shoulder. It feels different, undressed like this. Intimate.

[galen_erso]

Galen dances them to their bed, then sits and pulls Bodhi into his lap.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi straddles him, drawing him into a slow, deep kiss. "I love you. So much."

[galen_erso]

Galen holds him close. "Bodhi," he murmurs into the kiss. "Bodhi, Bodhi, Bodhi!"

[imthepilot]

"Your Bodhi." Bodhi promises, kissing his way down Galen's throat and across his shoulder.

[galen_erso]

Galen's hand wander down Bodhi's back, caressing familiar terrain -- scars and smooth skin alike.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi gently pushes Galen back onto the bed, getting off him to kiss his way down Galen's chest.

[galen_erso]

"Oh Bodhi," Galen says, closing his eyes as he feels those gentle ministrations move downwards.