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Bodhi takes the box from Galen as they enter their rooms, tucking it all away in the fresher for later. There's enough left over for a rather decadent brunch tomorrow.

He drifts back over to Galen smiling. "Now, I think I promised to take advantage of you. But I'm not sure you're drunk enough."

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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.

Bodhi stalks over, kneeling on the end of the bed to crawl up Galen's body slowly, kissing and licking and sucking light marks up Galen's legs and thighs.

Galen spreads himself open and moans wantonly.

Bodhi nibbles the inside of Galen's thighs, rubbing his cheeks softly against Galen's cock, stringing this out. Wanting Galen wanting him.

Galen almost whimpers with want. "Bodhi, please, Bodhi!"

Bodhi licks the length of his shaft before moving up between his thighs. He pulls Galen's knees around his hips and presses into him, slowly. Deeply. Looking into his eyes. "My Galen. My love."

"Bodhi!!"

Galen arches his back and opens his hips to Bodhi's movement, meeting his thrust.

Bodhi thrusts deep and strong, eyes never leaving Galen's. He could drown in those eyes and gladly. Never wanting to let go. "My Galen!"

"All yours," Galen gasps, eyes almost afire with pleasure.

Bodhi gathers Galen's hands in his, holding him as he fucks Galen deeply. "I love you. I need you."

Galen is already speechless; he gasps and moans and writhes and looks up at Bodhi with love and need.

Bodhi gives into his own pleasure, fucking Galen deeply. He moans roughly, speeding up.

Galen moves with Bodhi's thrusts, groaning and signing.

"With me." Bodhi whispers, breathless and rough.

"Yes!" Galen gasps. "Very soon -- with you!"

Bodhi pulls Galen's knees up as he rears back, changing the angle to take Galen harder and deeper. He's so close. And they feel so right.

Galen almost howls with pleasure, as that angle is so right and the thrust so wonderfully strong.

Bodhi can't hold on for long, losing himself in Galen's pleasure. He thrusts deep, spilling into Galen with a roar of wild desire.

"With you!" Galen cries out as he spills, and spills, and spills.

The heat slashing his stomach, the raw power of Galen's orgasm makes it all the more perfect, ripping a last shudder of pleasure out of Bodhi.

He collapses onto his elbows, forehead pressed against Galen's shoulder as he pants wildly, pulling Galen close.