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There was pretty little that Galen had been allowed to keep from his former life. Sometimes, he suspected Krennic had only let him keep a few things so he'd always know what he had lost -- and what was at stake. Looking at the little white stormtrooper figure that had been Jyn's, he could never fail to remember that she was out there, and as long as Galen did as instructed, Krennic wouldn't go after her.

Galen was sitting in his room, work done, listening to some music (a luxury that officers' quarters afforded him) with the little stormtrooper in his hand. Everything had to be so big with empire -- a huge Death Star, large empty corridors, entirely superfluous dark towers, millions of people dying on a whim, entire species wiped out when it suited on of the higher-ups.

Compared to that, he himself, or Jyn, or Bodhi, really were mere pebbles in a stream. But Galen knew that a pebble, thrown right, could make dark towers fall. And that, he suspected, was what the Force was using him and his for. But it also meant that being close to him was an invitation for tragedy.

He had been greedy and selfish, grasping for his new love like a child with a new toy, and now Bodhi was already in it, and suffering, body and soul. Or was it that Bodhi was in it already, and then tossed at him almost casually?

Galen didn't like either version, but that was what he had to work with.

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That gets a more significant hitch, and soft blush. Bodhi might have a thing about his wrists. The way Galen does about his throat.

So Galen does it again, ghosting soft, expressive lips over delicate veins and pulse points.

Bodhi shudders. "Galen- oh..."

"Yes?"

Galen smiles up into his eyes, almost playfully, and does it again.

"Keep doing that, and I'm- oh Stars! Going to be on my knees, any second now."

"To do what?"

Galen gently sucks on the soft spot at the very root of Bodhi's hand.

"Wrap my lips around you and go down on you like there's no tomorrow." Bodhi moans.

"Why shouldn't you?"

Said with lips moving softly over the wrist, and decidedly playful now.

"You should sit down." He nods toward Galen's chair a little desperately. "That way you can keep doing that while I go down on you."

Galen sits and pulls Bodhi along, keeping both his narrow wrists in his hands.

Bodhi kneels without breaking Galen's hold. Kneeling their between Galen's thighs, his lover molesting the sensitive skin of his wrists, all he needs is Galen's fly open and he'd be in heaven.

As that isn't going to happen on its own, Galen lets go, however briefly, of one of Bodhi's hands.

His eyes are wide, and his excitement at the situation already evident.

Bodhi hurries to open Galen's pants, swift and determined. He licks his lips, already panting with desire.

Once Galen's freed from his pants, Bodhi wastes no time burying his face in Galen's pale curls, licking and kissing as he offers his wrist back to Galen.

Galen takes it in his hands and softly suckles on the warm skin over the delicate veins.

Bodhi moans warmly, his breath hot on Galen's skin as he takes Galen into his mouth. Stars, this feels right! Wiping away doubt and worry and leaving him breathless with pleasure.

He widens his own knees, easing the pressure a little as he takes Galen into his throat.

Galen gasps, taken aback by the sudden wash of pleasure from the enveloping warmth, and easing into the way in which physical closeness is a natural expression of their connection, a continuation of their conversation with other means.

"I love you," he whispers into the palm of Bodhi's hand. "You are amazing, lovely, breathtaking and incredible!"

The words drive him on, warming his troubled heart just as much as Galen's touch heats his blood. He moans around Galen, head bobbing in a hungry drive for more.

"My hungry pilot," Galen says, softly and fondly. And then, he gasps more sharply again as the pleasure intensifies.

"And you?" he manages to add. From his position, he can't possibly reach between Bodhi's legs.

Achingly hard, from almost the first moment Galen kissed his wrist. But he can wait. He wants this more.

Galen looks into Bodhi's face, even as he licks softly over the soft mound beneath his thumb, and then gasps again even more sharply.

Fumblingly, he tries to wiggle out of his shoe in order to have at least one limb that could provide some friction for Bodhi.

Bodhi's wide eyes are hooded and heavy with pleasure, lips flushed as they stretch around Galen's width. He moans at the lick, barely noticing Galen's effort in his pleasured and pleasuring trance.

Galen's movements are a not less than elegant and sure as he pushes a bare foot between Bodhi's legs to nice him that friction, due to the mounting pleasure from Bodhi's mouth; but he keeps kissing and holding those narrow, angular wrists even as his breathing gets more erratic.

Bodhi gasps in surprise, drawing back a moment to pants Galen's name. He takes Galen's cock back into his mouth, moving with renewed vigour, his hips twitching in short, rough thrusts.

"Oh yes, Bodhi," Galen gasps, keeping his foot steady and the friction going even as his moans get rougher and rougher.

Bodhi's control is breaking with every twitch of his hip, rutting warmly against the pressure of Galen's foot as he chokes himself in desperate bobs.