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[imthepilot]

Galen gets a message late one evening. The evening Bodhi was planning to spent down in the barracks with the other cargo crews.

The message from the head medic. You better get down here.

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi's more than happy to feed Galen, leaning in to lick a smudge of cream off Galen's lips.

[galen_erso]

"I like this," Galen says softly, looking into Bodhi's eyes.

[imthepilot]

"I thought you might." Bodhi purrs, leaning it to kiss Galen, without the preamble of cream.

[galen_erso]

Galen licks Bodhi's lips while kissing, tasting fruit and cream anyway.

[imthepilot]

"You tempt me to find other ways to eat my dessert." Bodhi purrs, dipping a finger in the cream and smearing a dot on Galen's neck, just above his collar. He dips his head to lick it off.

[galen_erso]

Galen closes his eyes and smiles, bordering on the beatific.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi's reaction is far less blissful and far more hungry. He slides a hand under Galen's tunic, pushing it off Galen's shoulder to give him more throat to kiss.

[galen_erso]

"You deserve that kind of dessert," Galen purrs, leaning back his head. "My hungry pilot!"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pulls Galen's tunic off his shoulders and moves Galen towards a chair, straddling him as Galen sits.

[galen_erso]

Galen willingly stumvles backwards, sits heavily, and pulls Bodhi close.

Enthusiastically.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi feeds him another bite of cream laden fruit, leaning in to casually molest Galen's neck.

[galen_erso]

Galen licks his lips, and Bodhi's fingers,and gives a little moan of delight.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi teases his fingers over Galen's lips, moaning softly into Galen's throat as he reaches for the bowl of cream.

[galen_erso]

Galen suckles on the tip of Bodhi's finger, half-closing his eyes.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi smears a line of cream on Galen's neck and licks it off, working his way up to nibble on Galen's earlobe, moaning his name softly.

[galen_erso]

Galen sighs, and angles his neck to give Bodhi more access.

[imthepilot]

He kisses his way lower, following the line of Galen's collarbone and the hollow of his clavicle.

[galen_erso]

Galen moans, looking into Bodhi's eyes with both love and heated desire.

[imthepilot]

Stars, Bodhi could lose himself in those eyes. In the heat of them.

He kisses Galen fiercely, his desire spilling over. "I want you!" It's not the heat that drove him to punch a man but it's no less powerful.

[galen_erso]

"Then have me!" Galen gasps, challenge and submission both.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi is up in a swift movement, pulling Galen up with him and pushing him towards the bed.

He gets Galen out of the rest of his clothes in a rush, the button of Galen's fly pining off a wall.

Not a moment lost, Bodhi's mouth is on him, enveloping him, devouring him.

He maybe lean and slight but Bodhi lacks nothing in decisive action.

[galen_erso]

Galen keeps moaning Bodhi's name, over and over, as desires fills and devours him.

His legs, spread wide, demandingly close around Bodhi's shoulders, urging him on.

"Your mouth is -- ahhh!"

He would sing poetic praises, but is reduced to wordless gasps of pleasure.

[imthepilot]

He fumbles one-handed for the lube, spilling it over his fingers in a hurry. Fingers that tease for only a moment before they enter Galen, preparing him in short, swift strokes.

[galen_erso]

"Yes, Bodhi, yes..."

Galen babbles these two words, over and over as he spreads his legs wide, greedily.

[imthepilot]

It's all Bodhi can do to be sure Galen's ready before surging up, pulling Galen's legs onto his shoulders as he sinks in to the heat of him. Nothing can hold back the joyful cry as he buries himself deep in the man he fought for, would fight for.