[Poe watches the whole thing - hell, he feels it too, stroking Odin hard through every last ounce of his orgasm. He decides to himself that he is going to suck that cock, sooner or later, because that was far more impressive than he expected it to be. At the moment, though, his hands are sticky and he slowly lets go of Odin so that he can wipe them on the carpet. It's going to have to be dry cleaned anyway.

[His heart rate starts to relax as Odin slumps against him, his own arousal pushed to the back of his mind as he gave Odin a far less rough kiss to his throat. It was fond, instead. Almost tender. When Odin spoke, he chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.]

I think we caught most of it. But we probably should flee the scene of the crime anyway. [He gave Odin another kiss - this time on the edge of his jaw.]

I think we'll have to rain check that drink. You need a shower.