imthepilot | (no subject)

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Bodhi takes Galen's hand and walks back through the door and back into the base. The cerebration is in full swing, happy shouts echoing from the hall. They run into only one other person on their way to Bodhi's room. The young lieutenant who had escorted Galen earlier.

Nika salutes, eyes drifting from Bodhi's face to their joined hands and back again. "Sir, Dr Erso."

"Lieutenant." Bodhi acknowledges, his voice a tense growl. Ready to deck the young man for a word out of place.

Instead the young man stutters shyly. "Sir?" He starts uncertainly. "I hope- have a good night, sir. You- you've earnt it."

Bodhi relaxes a little, resting his metal hand on the youth's shoulder. "As have you, lieutenant. Now go and enjoy yourself."

The boy nods, freckled cheeks warming with a blush. "Sir, yes sir." There's something about the way he steps aside to let them pass, watching them go. A crush perhaps? Or something more like hero worship?

Bodhi doesn't speak again till they're inside his room, the door firmly closed.

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galen_erso

"Oh yes," Galen sighs with pleasure, hurrying to comply.

He is on the bed and on his back in no time, spreading himself for Bodhi, prickmstanding up like a flagpole, quivering.

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imthepilot

Bodhi watches him, just- standing a moment. Then he starts to undress. Slowly.

It's not meant as a tease. Bodhi just takes his time, folding his clothes as he goes. There's feline grace that wasn't there before. A purposeful directness. And all of it is tuned in on Galen.

The body Bodhi revels is harder than Galen may remember. Harder and more scared. A blaster burn across the back of one thigh, a hooked knife scar over his abdomen, a scattering of shrapnel marks across one pec.

Bodhi stalks over to the bed and rests his metal hand over Galen's throat before leaning in and kissing him. Dominantly hard.

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galen_erso

Galen watches him, motionless, eyes glued on Bodhi's body; when he comes close, Galen reaches for him.

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imthepilot

Bodhi's grip relents, shifting away from Galen's throat and down his chest. One knee on the bed, he leans into the kiss, letting Galen embrace him.

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galen_erso

Embrace might be putting it mildly -- Galen pulls at him, opening himself, greedy and needy and hard.

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imthepilot

Bodhi holds him, close and down at the same time. Kissing him till they're both breathless. He winds a hand in Galen's hair, pulling his hair to expose his neck. There isn't much skin left unmarked so he moves out to bite the curve of Galen's clavicle.

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galen_erso

Galen twists into Bodhi's grip, as if to provoke more pressure.

Giving himself to Bodhi like this is so unexpectedly delightful, a celebration of all the ways in which they have changed and still belong together.

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imthepilot

And he gets it. Bodhi growls at the movement, tightening his grip and pinning Galen down.

Bodhi kisses around to nip Galen's ear, his voice dark. "I have nothing to make this easier." His durasteel hand drifts down to splay over the base of Galen's stomach, fingertips brushing the top of his pelvis.

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galen_erso

"Spit and engine grease will do," Galen gasps, impatient and needy.

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imthepilot

Bodhi huffs and rock back on his heel, hand still pinning Galen down. "Suck me." He orders. "Get me good and wet."

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galen_erso

Galen sits up, legs splayed, bends forwards and takes the dark fullness of Bodhi in his mouth.

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imthepilot

Bodhi growls darkly, burying his hands in Galen's hair. He's hard as iron and leaking into Galen's mouth. He tightens his grip, keeping Galen in place as he pumps his hips.

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galen_erso

Galen opens his mouth wide for him and sucks him, slurping wetly.

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imthepilot

Bodhi thrusts and thrusts again, burying himself to the hilt and holding himself there. Just long enough to make Galen breathless.

He draws back, replacing his cocks with two fingers. His flesh ones, for now.

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galen_erso

Galen slurps as willingly, spit and Bodhi's pre-cum dribbling from the corners of his lips.

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imthepilot

Bodhi growls darkly, carding and pulling Galen's hair. "On your knees." He orders, his control starting to slip.

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galen_erso

Galen gets off the bed and onto his knees, kneeling between Bodhi's legs and bending his head to his task again.

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imthepilot

"No." Bodhi grabs him and turns Galen around, facing him away so Galen's ass is presented to him. He swiftly rubs his wet fingers over Galen's hole, and into him. None too gently. He's in a hurry now, needing to bury himself in Galen but not wanting to hurt him. Any more than they can both avoid.

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galen_erso

Galen cants his hips almost obscenely, spreading open and presenting himself greedily. "Come," he demands, "come thrust into my hole!"

Galen keeps surprising himself -- he didn't know he had this in him, much less wanted it as much as he does.

But he does.

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imthepilot

The words have the desired effect - driving Bodhi wild. He grabs Galen's hips, most certainly hard enough to bruise, and lines himself up.

With a single, hard, reckless thrust, he buries himself in Galen. To the very hilt. The sound ripped from his throat is wild and dangerous and an utter surrender of all control.

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galen_erso

Galen gives an answering howl, pain seguing into nerve-searing pleasure within seconds.

He tilts his hips backwards, meeting Bodhi's thrust. "Yes! Deep into me! Yes!*

He is gripped by both hands, and the intimacy of that difference feels infinitely erotic.

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imthepilot

Bodhi has no other instinct but to do so. Gripping Galen tight, he draws back, pulling Galen into him with each thrust. The rough slap of their skin echoing in counterpoint to Bodhi's growling moans. And hard enough to leave Galen's rear red with the force of it.

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galen_erso

And with each powerful thrust, Bodhi hits those nerve endings inside Galen that make him howl and moan and push to meet the pleasure.

"Yes! Like this! Thrust in my hole! Not long now!"

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imthepilot

Bodhi withdraws abruptly, flipping Galen over and mounting him again. He captures Galen's wrists, pinning him down.

And looking deep into his eyes as he thrusts hard and rough, to drive them both over the edge.

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galen_erso

Galen looks deep into Bodhi's eyes and howls with pleasure as he spills, hot seed splashing between them as he comes, and moans, and arches his back, and still spills more.

Never closing his eyes as his muscles spasm around Bodhi.