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"I like you being persuasive," Galen says, smiling into Bodhi's eyes. "Also, less hangover."

"And I like you a little tipsy. The way you smile, the way your eyes light up." His hand strays down to tease the curve of Galen's rear. "The way you want to kiss me for everyone to see."

"Because you are my pilot!" Galen says. "Everyone can see that. It's not as if I was making my way inside your jumpsuit right against the bar or something."

"Not claiming me." Bodhi coos, walking Galen backwards slowly till he has Galen pressed against a wall. "Not like this." He squeezes Galen's ass, both hands cupping him now. "You don't need to. I'm already yours. But I like it when you kiss me. Hold my hand. I like people knowing we're together. I like showing that here where it's safe." He leans in to kiss Galen's throat, sucking lightly.

"Oh yes," Galen murmurs, closing his eyes with pleasure. "Oh yes. I love that too."

"Even if I'm still awkward around other people. I'm still yours. And very glad to be yours. Just as you're mine." He dips his head, kissing his way down the hollow of Galen's throat.

Galen tilts back his head and moans with pleasure, pulling Bodhi possessively close.

Bodhi slips one hand up and under Galen's shirt, skating the soft skin of his lower back. "My scientist. My Galen."

"Clothes," Galen gasps. "Off."

Bodhi growls warmly and pulls Galen's shirt over his head in a hurried gesture, kissing down the crest of his chest, fingers grazing Galen's nipples.

Galen pulls at Bodhi's clothes, ungentle with greed. "Want you," he gasps. "Yes!"

Bodhi's in no mood for gentle. Or unhurried. He kisses Galen roughly, ripping at his pants to get them free.

"Yes!" Galen demands. "Like that! Have me!"

He pushes Galen against the wall again and kisses him hard again. He runs a hand down Galen's chest to cup him possessively, stroking confidently.

He kisses down to mark the side of Galen's throat. "Turn around." There's nothing shy about Bodhi now, warm and wild and hungry.

"Yes!"

Eagerly, Galen hurries to comply.

Bodhi drops to his knees, parting Galen's cheeks and licks him open without warning or preamble. He wants Galen ready and moaning.

Galen tilts his hips towards him, putting his feet a little apart, and moans loudly with pleasure.

Bodhi's merciless, seeking the best ways to make Galen moan. He cups Galen's balls, massaging them slowly and teasingly. "My Galen!"

"Yes!" Galen groans, shamelessly and greedily canting his hips.

Bodhi slides a finger along side his tongue, reading Galen further.

"Oh yes!"

Galen is extremely happy with that interpretation.

Bodhi adds a second finger, making sure Galen is very ready. "I want you." Bodhi growls softly. "On the bed. On your back. Galen-" there's such hunger in his voice.

"Yes!" Galen gasps with equal hunger.

Bodhi gets up and sheds his own pants, hard as durasteel and leaking. He gives Galen a push towards the bed, stalking after him.

Galen lies and pulls his legs apart and up, all shameless invitation.