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[bullet-prooflove]

For Bodhi from Tulsa: past, drink, sunset

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dolphs-darling @kpopgirlbtssvt @tinyhandsnation @madisonbroxson1 

Companion piece to:

Tantric - Bodhi and you have something truly unique.

The sun is starting to set and you’re sitting outside on the grass in Bodhi’s rock garden, head tipped back to the sky as you watch the dying rays cast their final glow amidst the darkness. Your hair falls loose across your shoulders, cascading down past the knot of that black croqueted halter neck you’re wearing. Your fingers thread through the plush greenery as you suck in a breath, drawing in through your diaphragm up before you exhale, letting the stress seep out of your form.

It’s beautiful to watch, that tension uncoiling in your muscles as you give yourself back to the earth.

Part of your methodology as a tantric practitioner is ridding yourself of your client’s toxins. Throughout the day you shoulder their burdens, helping them to achieve a state of peace and wellbeing, it’s in the evenings that you finally take the time to check in, to realign with yourself.

Sometimes being with you, it’s the only thing that keeps Bodhi sane in the madness that’s become his world.

The two of you had met during an ayahuasca retreat when he’d first come to Tulsa. He’d been looking something different, something to fill the void left behind from his time in Silicon Valley and he’d found you, holding back his hair as he vomited into a sacred vessel because you were smart enough not to drink the Koolaid being peddled there.

“If you want something gentler, come see me.” You had told him the next day, handing him a card advertising your services.

It’s a week later he finds himself in your studio practising tantric yoga, six months after that he’s in crying out your name to the stars as you give him the most intense orgasm of his life in the therapy garden of your studio.

“Is this something you do with all your students?” He asks you in the aftermath as he lies there tangled up in you staring up at the night sky. He’s never felt so serene or so at peace, at least not without a blunt in his hand.

“There’s only one I’ve made a connection with.” You tell him, your foot tracing over the ragged scar on his calf from a cycling accident back in San Franisco, the one that almost claimed his life. It had been the instigator to make a change, to do something more fulfilling instead of living like some vacant droid.

“Is this what you think this is?” He’d asked you, rolling onto his side so he could look into your eyes. “A connection?”

“You tell me.” You’d said, your fingertips tracing over his other scars, the ones that adorn his chest. “I didn’t just fuck myself in a therapy garden.”

Before the nights over you’re ruining him all over again and Bodhi, he’s hooked.

“Are you going to stare at me all evening?” You ask him in the present, the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile. “Or are you planning on joining me?”

“Actually...” He says, lingering in the doorway with that heated look in his eyes. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me, I thought we could try out that Body Reciprocal Massage in the bath, make sure I have my technique down.”

“Oh.” You say, your cheeks flushing with colour.

You’re not used to being the recipient, you usually lead the charge when it comes to the more delicate aspects of your love making because Bodhi doesn’t want to fuck it up. Tonight though he wants to take a more proactive role in your sensual journey, to worship you like the goddess you are.

“Let me take care of you.” He says as he holds out his hand and you raise to your feet, taking it. “Let me give you the pleasure you deserve.”

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I'm gonna need y'all to do me a solid and make this season finale spicier by making out.

[dutchessofcaladan]

Can someone start writing for Bodhi since rosielou94 is gone?

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[longingquiet]

❛ YEAH, DRINK IT UP. BUT IT’S NOT GONNA CHANGE WHO YOU ARE. ❜

Dinfoyle being Dinfoyle — Silicon Valley, HBO

[bullet-prooflove]

So, for the free for all, how about Bodhi from Tulsa King and the prompt “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Tagging: @kmc1989

The sun is rising, the orange light playing across Bodhi’s bare skin as he wakes up to the sweet and earthy scent of Hindu Kush. The taste blossoms on his tongue, intermingled with your honey from just a few hours ago. That strain is one of the rarest in the world, incredibly hard to get your hands on and now it’s in his home, taunting him.

You’ve been holding out on him, he thinks as he slips out of the sheets, his muscles aching from a night of one of the best tantric sessions he’s had in a long time.

Slow, sensual, intense,  you’d kept each other on edge for hours, staying in tune, keeping that rhythm, until you’d finally let go and given yourself to him completely. The release from something so prolonged…

It’s completely out of this world.

Transcendent is what he’d call it, restorative even. All that stress he’s been carrying, that tension throughout his body it’s vanished. There’s just this sense of calm and wellbeing.

He finds you outside, smoking a joint as you sit on one of his beech wood benches, surveying the plush greenery amongst the throes of his rock garden. It’s a tranquil space, somewhere he can just sit at the end of a long day and exist in nature, sipping herbal tea and listening to his sound bath songs.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” He comments as he lingers in the doorway, his gaze drinking you in.

Your wild hair falls away from your features as you tilt your head up to look at him. It’s those eyes that get him everytime, deep, fathomless pools with draw him in, drag him under. He’s always known you were an old soul, right from the very moment you met, he thinks that’s part of the attraction, the mystique of it all. He may know you intimately but there’s parts he’ll never be able to tap into.

“Buddhism is all about sharing Bodhi.” You remind him because he can be a little bit precious about his clothing.

“It is.” He agrees as he sits down on the bench alongside of you, his fingertips adjusting the hem of the t-shirt as it falls across the geometric lotus tattoo on your thigh, the one his mouth ghosted over last night. “So the least you can do is share your Hindu Kush.”

You take a drag from the spliff before exhaling, blowing the smoke into his mouth as you kiss him. The taste of citrus bursts on his tongue, the warmth of your lips, it floods his system with a sense of euphoria as raw heat erupts through his synapses. He’s forgotten what this strain does to him. Most people, it soothes, settling them down but for Bodhi, it works a little differently. It does for you too, he remembers.

“We need to get inside.” He mumbles against your lips, his thumb chasing along the curve of your jaw. “Otherwise I’m going to fuck you on this bench.”

You laugh then, that sweet sinful little sound that makes his dick even harder in the boxershorts he’d thrown on before coming out here.

“Then fuck me Bodhi.” You murmur as you lie down along the length of the bench, your back arching as you take another drag. “I don’t care if the neighbours complain.”

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[dolphs-darling]

Does anyone else have a total crush on Bodhi?

Cause, like, I fucking love him <3

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[gloomsday]

i love these three so much 🥺

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