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[imthepilot]

[From here]

There rooms are a bit of a mess. Bodhi spend all night cooking and as much as he cleans as he goes, there's still a lot left to do. But it can wait. He puts the last ingredients away to be made into something else tomorrow.

He turns to Galen, shedding his jacket. "That was enjoyable. I missed markets like that."

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[imthepilot]

Bodhi is far less graceful. It takes him a couple of false starts to get himself into the right spot to shift his weight into the bath. The feeling of being immersed is so strange. Not at all like the float tank they used to heal his back.

After a moment he works it out and settles slowly into Galen's lap, resting his head back against Galen's shoulder. "Is this okay?"

[galen_erso]

Galen had reached for him to help him down gently, and now folds strong arms around d Bodhi. "Just so," he says. "I'm honoured to witness your first, in this."

[imthepilot]

Bodhi cuddles close, just feeling the weird sensation of the water swirling around them. "I don't know it I could do this by myself. It would just be too... strange."

He turns his head to press a small kiss to Galen's chest, letting the movement bring little ripples over his skin.

[galen_erso]

Galen runs a wet hand over Bodhi's shoulder. "How does this feel?"

[imthepilot]

"Warm, strange. Wasteful mostly but that's the Jedhean in me. Mostly it feels restful. Teja say it would but I didn't expect it would be this much." He could fall asleep here easily.

[galen_erso]

Galen runs his hands down Bodhi's chest in a gesture that is anything but soporific.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi closes his eyes, his breathing quickening. He reaches down to stroke Galen's knee, humming warmly.

[galen_erso]

Galen's fingertips dwell on Bodhi's nipples; then, they slowly make their way down on the warm water towards Bodhi's navel.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi quickened breathing turns to soft moans as Galen's touch stirs heat in his loins. "Galen-" It comes out as a slightly frantic gasp. Beneath the water, he starts to harden. "I haven't- there's been no-one. Not without you."

[galen_erso]

"Not even by yourself, all these months?"

Galen's finger is slowly gliding down the softly furred middle line of Bodhi's lower belly.

[imthepilot]

"Nothing. Not without you." He arches into the touch, whining softly.

[galen_erso]

Galen's fingers slide lower to rake through Bodhi's dark little pelt down there.

[imthepilot]

"I'd forgotten how to want this." He turns his face to whimper into Galen's chest. "Without you." His hands tighten on Galen's knee, aware he should be doing something. Something more than just laying there.

[galen_erso]

Galen kisses the side of Bodhi's neck, and now runs his hands up on the inside of his thighs.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi keens softly, the muscles jumping under Galen's touch. "Galen- please? I- I want-"

[galen_erso]

Galen runs his hands all the way up, sliding them over Bodhi's prick and between his legs.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi opens his legs wider, gasping with the flood of sensation.

It's like the colour rushing back. Like the roar of an engine.

Like the clarity he found when he cut himself. Only better, stronger. Warmer and more real.

Tears prick his eyes as Galen touches him, feeling connected again. It might not last, this feeling, but he wants more.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi."

Galen strokes him with flat hands, the tip of a middle finger teasing at Bodhi's entrance as he whispers the name.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi wasn't quite hard when Galen started touching him but it doesn't take long before he's straining into Galen's hand. He spreads himself as wide as the bath will allow, opening under Galen's teasing touch. "Please? Galen, I'm yours. I'm yours."

[galen_erso]

One hand strays up to Bodhi's chest and throat while the other keeps stroking between his legs.

"My Bodhi," Galen murmurs, warmly. He is hard himself, as Bodhi might feel against his back.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi gently guides Galen's hand away from the hollow of his throat. There's still a lingering memory of testicles associated with having the front of his throat covered but not enough to panic him. Not here with Galen.

He covers Galen's other hand with his own, encouraging Galen to stroke him deeper, to open him up. He wants this, wants Galen inside him. Wants to feel that again.

[galen_erso]

Galen uses that hand to open up Bodhi from behind, to slip in two fingers and probe for his pleasure while his other hand stays where it is, stroking.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shifts his weight to make it easier for both of them, the water swirling around his nipples only adding to the sensation. He moans roughly, tight and flexing as Galen fingers him.

[galen_erso]

Galen gives a deep sigh of pleasure near Bodhi's ear, and adds a third finger.

[imthepilot]

He gasps, pleasure and pain balancing as he reaches back to bury his hands on Galen's hair. "Please? I need you. Galen. My Galen!"