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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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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.

"Oh yes," Galen gasps, "I am...", and then he spills copiously ii to Bodhi's mouth.

Bodhi drinks him down, hunger and greedy for Galen's pleasure. He rests his head in Galen's thigh, panting. "Oh stars, Galen!"

"Bodhi."

Galen's foot still twitches between Bodhi's legs as he looks down at his lover, pressing the sensitive wrists against his slightly stubbly cheek.

Bodhi whimpers warmly, his hips still twitching to every touch of his sensitive skin. "Galen, please I need-" the words die in a moan.

"Yes, anything," Galen says, reaching down to pull Bodhi up and somehow get at his flesh, to touch and stroke him towards completion.

Bodhi has the suit open in record time, a hand braced in Galen's shoulder for support for his shaky legs. "Galen touch me. Stars, I'm close."

He offers Galen his wrist. "Mark me, please?"

Galen pulls Bodhi close and pulls out his cock, stroking deftly; his other hand holds the wrist while his lips, tongue and even teeth suckle the soft skin hard enough to bruise.

Bodhi cries an oath in Jedhean, his hand tighten on Galen's shoulder as he cums. It's an effort to stay upright as he spills over Galen's fingers.

Galen strokes him all the way through iit, still holding the wrist; but he lifts his head to kiss Bodhi's lips that taste of himself.

Bodhi pants into the kiss, his blips hot and bruised. "You makes me wild, Galen." He smiles breathlessly.

"I think I like wild," Galen says, smiling into Bodhi's eyes.

He lifts his hand to his lips and tastes Bodhi's seed, tongue-tip darting against his dripping fingers.

Bodhi curses again, a rich warm word that expresses an awful lot. "Yesterday you'd never been with a man and today you have me in my knees, rutting against your leg like a Lothcat on heat."

"I took to this quickly, or rather, to you," Galen says, pulling him closer. "It just felt right."

"Feels right." Bodhi corrects, leaning in to kiss Galen slowly, tasting himself as well as Galen. "No matter why it happened, it feels right."

"And that's what it is -- no great secret mystery for the initiated only, simply that it feels so very right."

He deepens the kiss, both affectionate and slowly sensual.