shadowglitter | SINNERS

Oh, good. Heh. Did I, um. Did I-- did I say something about a hand job? I kind of tune myself out when I talk, so I don't, uh. I don't... hoo, boy.

[ Odin swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry and his pants very tight. He's not sure what to do with his hands, so he balls them into fists and rests them on his knees. He flexes his abs when Poe's fingers brush over them, his nerves sensitive and jumpy, each well-built muscle in his body tense with anticipation. Still - he finds himself leaning back into Poe, hesitantly, like he's not sure if that's allowed, chewing his bottom lip and focusing on a star over the horizon. ]

Man, this has gotta be a dream or something. Or I died. I died and now I'm having an awesomely realistic death-dream about the hot as fuck Poe Dameron stroking my dick. Yeah. Okay.

[Poe shifts as Odin leans back, accommodating as best as possible.]

I think we can probably avoid death altogether, [He says, amused, though he's definitely enjoying feeling Odin's muscles flex and tense under his fingers. He's taking his time, though, half because he's enjoying himself and half because he honestly has no fucking idea how to get under Odin's mesh contraption of an outfit.

Eventually he stops bothering and just slides his other hand onto Odin's tightly-wrapped thigh (seriously how did he even get into this outfit) and slowly brought his hand upwards.]

It's perfectly possible to have a great time without nearly dying.

[A beat, and then a grin against Odin's ear.]

Or so they keep trying to tell me, anyway.

God, that's hot. The - implication that you live a dangerous life, I mean, and that you have experience with nearly dying. Maybe. I think that's what you were implying, at least. And your voice? In my ear. Oh, man. Also hot. Both of it, just - good. Good stuff. H-heh.

[ Odin breathes out, breath a little staggered. He's gonna try and get a better handle on his nerves so that when he opens his mouth again he'll say things that are a little more... intelligent, or mood-appropriate, maybe, but until he gets used to this he's just going to be tripping over his thoughts for a while, stumbling awkwardly. He raises his hips up into Poe's hand when it traces over his thigh, already close to just bucking with need when nothing's even happened, and he grinds back against the pilot without meaning to.

The bright, bizarre harlequin pants he wears are just an extra layer of clothing over the mesh, which is cut like an impractical bodysuit you might wear diving or heading into space. the slit in the mesh that exposes his chest and stomach comes to a V-shaped point right beneath his thighs, meaning that once his pants are pulled off, or down, or away, or whatever, there won't be anything covering his cock. Given that he's not wearing underwear today, either, well - the (surprisingly impressive) tent in his pants is pretty unrestrained already. ]

I, uh...

[ and he swallows again, clenching his fists a little tighter. still nervous. ]

[He doesn't tell him to relax. Mostly because telling someone to relax tends to do the exact opposite, but also because Odin's nerves are keeping his muscles taut as steel under his hands, and he doesn't mind that at all. He does chuckle, though, unable to help myself.]

Ask me how many times I've nearly died, sometime. [He's grinning when he says it, before tilting his head so he can gently snatch at Odin's earlobe with his teeth. He pulls it between them just to take the quickest taste, before letting go. It was a distraction, or at least, half of one, as his hand on Odin's thigh had finally found the edge of his pants and began to slide them down his hips.

When the reveal was done, he gave a low whistle.]

Okay. I am- yes, I think we can work with that.

[ Odin hisses in air through his teeth, his still tight muscles tensing and flexing even tighter against the soft skin of Poe's hand. His head tilts and follows after Poe when his teeth pull away from his ear, openly wanting more and not bothering to hide it. The only reason he doesn't straight up say something like holy shit, i can't believe you can do that with your MOUTH or something equally as embarrassing is because he's very quickly distracted by that whistle. ]

Yeah? Uh - thanks. I think. Should I say thanks? Probably shouldn't say thanks. But thanks! Heh.

[ Odin's body is easier to read than a three-page book, and the second Poe acts sort of impressed or appreciative of what the dude's packing - which, again, is a frankly unfair gift to bestow on such an undeserving piece of shit like Odin - his dick twitches to attention in the cold air and his hips roll another jolty little movement upwards. He finds more confidence in himself now, the corner of his lips pulling up into a smile, and he tentatively shifts even further back in his seat, now close enough to Poe for his whole back to press up against him. ]

[If he was looking for a sign, shifting back into Poe would probably give a fairly decent one, as something hard is almost certainly now jabbing him. Poe is a little distracted, so much so that he is not actually listening to Odin's gratitude, and is instead is watching him twitch.]

How - how do you even manage to keep this in your outfit? [His voice is half teasing and half thirsty, as he finally wraps his hand around the base of Odin's cock and gives it a good, long stroke. He leans in closer against him, biting gently at Odin's ear again so he can get a better view as his hand begins to move, pumping the (considerable) length available to him.]

Okay - that thing a while ago about plowing my ass? Yes. Yes, I think that will be a thing. But as I want to be able to walk after, a thing that will require a little more set up than this.

With great difficulty? [ wait, was that bragging? he hopes that didn't sound braggy, and he forces a shaky laugh to take the edge off of what he said, just in case. ] But I, uh - I like the looks. That I get. Sometimes. When people are like, interested, and I'm half-hard and they can, like. See it. So.

[ Yeah. He's the slightest shade of red after that confession, and it's hard for him to catch his breath, so his voice is coming out weaker now, more shaky. When Poe bites down on his ear again Odin is clenching his jaw and grinding purposefully hard back into him, grunting once as he fucks Poe's hand in the process. If he could collect himself, he'd want to do more for Poe than just fall apart in his arms, but right now, at least, it's the best he can do. ]

Man, I said that? Jeez, I've got balls. I mean, obviously. They're right-- they're right there. But I mean - metaphorical ones? Uh...

[ His cock twitches again, pre beading at the tip with Poe's last upwards stroke. The thought of holding Poe down and just doing whatever he wanted to him sends a shock down his spine, and paired with Poe whispering those words in his ear... it's really fucking getting to him, and Odin has to dig his nails into his fists to keep from losing it already. ]

[The "with great difficulty" got a laugh - but also got an appreciative squeeze as Poe stroked him, his thumb darting to roll over the head, smearing the precum as he does so. His breathing is also coming out a little ragged, as Odin squirms and shifts against him, but he's doing his best to sit still, as he is trying to keep them aloft at the same time. (It doesn't require too much attention, but it does require some.)]

I get it. [He murmurs it into Odin's ear, slightly muffled because he's sucking on his earlobe.]

I told you this outfit suited you... Guess I didn't know how much.

[His strokes were getting faster and less delicate as he went, trying to match and accelerate the way that Odin was thrusting himself up into his hand.]

And yeah. You said it. And I'm going to hold you to it.

Ffffuck. Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna fucking wreck you. You're gonna be a mess, writhing beneath me every time I slam into you as deep as you can take it. You're gonna grind back on my dick every time I stretch you open, you're gonna-- you're gonna be begging me to let you cum. You're gonna see stars by the time I'm done with you.

[ It's big talk for a horny-ass virgin who has, undoubtedly, racked up more hours in his bed jerking off in it rather than actually sleeping there, but there's a low, aggressive huskiness that borders on a growl in his voice, something masculine and deep and dominating that suits the adonis-cut of his body if not the rest of his shitty personality. Odin's eyes flutter shut, his stomach rising and falling with faster, shallow breaths under Poe's palm, the cool air filled with the wet, slippery sound of flesh on flesh as his precum coats Poe's fist. Every time Poe's hand rubs up against the sensitive underside of his head, Odin bucks up into it harder and faster, dazed and losing himself in just how god damn good it feels to have someone else touching him like this. The faster Poe goes, the more rough he is with him, the louder Odin pants and leans into it, not even bothering with a modicum of modesty. All that matters is this. ]

Haah-- fuck, fuck, dude. You're gonna make me shoot in a sec, if you keep that up.

[He was used to Odin's word vomit by now, but he was definitely not used to it being growled at him in that tone. Where usually his rambling speech was hilarious, it was suddenly extremely erotic instead. He'd thought, starting this, that Odin needed it mostly to actually relax, for once - it didn't actually fully occur to him until that moment that he was just as into this as Odin was. .... Oops.

[He was determined to stick to the plan, though. So even though his own breath was rough and husky against Odin's ear - even though shifted his head to kiss his throat and then drag teeth over Odin's skin, he didn't reach for himself. He had patience - experience had given him that. So though he was grinding into Odin's ass, he focused entirely on the man's rather impressive cock instead.]

Do it. I want to see it. Show me exactly how hard you're going to come when you're pounding me into the ground so hard that I'm seeing fireworks--

[ Odin tilts his head all the way back, giving Poe more access to his neck, the deep moans rocking out of him vibrating through his throat. He's shaking, now, with the slow, slow buildup of his orgasm boiling up at the base of his cock, and he blindly reaches his hands back behind him, digging his nails into Poe's thighs, urging him on.

That final word is barely out of Poe's mouth before Odin's whole body goes tense and rigid, every inch of him bottoming out in Poe's fist as he thrusts up so hard he's halfway off the carpet. He hits his climax, jet after jet of white firing from his cock, covering Poe's hand and his own body. He rides it out for what seems like a full minute, maybe more, his whole body just a shaking, wet, ruined mess by the time he's done convulsing and grunting Poe and holy fuck and Poe, Poe, fuck, Poe.

He breathes out, finally, collapsing back on the pilot, his eyes still shut, the world all soft and fuzzy and bleary. He slowly opens them up, taking in his surroundings like he just woke up from a dream, and when he talks next, he's all distant and quiet. ]

...

Oh my god, I forgot we were in the sky. Oh, man, I hope it's just on me. I hope I didn't just jizz on someone's house or something.

[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.

[ Odin doesn't react to either kiss, really, but primarily that's because he's just relaxing his whole body against Poe and everything is too hazy for him to connect with what's going on. He instinctively leans into them, at least, making small, needy noises without meaning to, but his mind just feels glazed over and tired, so he doesn't have the wherewithal to give back. Pretty selfish, this dude!

He sits up enough to nod, at least, mumbling something incoherent about how a shower sounds good right now, but all of a sudden he starts up, turning on the spot and staring at Poe with wide, anxious eyes. ]

Wh-what about you? What about you? I wanna-- [ He very pointedly stares down at Poe's crotch, then back to his face, then back to his crotch again. ] I mean-- right? I haven't-- I'm tired, 'cause man, as far as first times go, man, you're good, but I wanna-- right? Or should I just-- next time. Is there gonna be a next time, still? 'Cause holy fuck, I want a next time, but-- [ he's still staring at Poe's dick, looking almost like he's talking to it rather than Poe himself. ]

I-I dunno. I dunno. What d'you wanna do?

[The passage of time has let Poe get himself back into some form of control. Thank the Force he's not a teenager anymore. He grins when Odin starts freaking out a bit and staring at his crotch.]

I'm alright! I'm alright. I am pretty sure that I would end up sending us both plummeting to our deaths if we did that right now. [Only slightly exaggerating, and he puts out a hand before Odin can respond to that, laughing.] And that is not an incitement.

So yeah. Let's save it for next time. [The grin widens.]

[ Poe's starting to know him pretty well, because at that plummeting to our deaths comment, Odin perks up like the guy just offered him a gold bullion served on a legendary sword once wielded by an honored king or some shit. He closes his mouth, openly disappointed when he's cut off. Sure, he made a couple of jokes about how he didn't want Poe to push him to his death before, but if he wasn't into danger, he wouldn't have gotten his first fucking handjob in the god damn stratosphere.

He's getting hard again already just thinking about it, but he's still deep enough in his cool down period to feel a bit self-conscious about being exposed now that everything's over, and he decides to just shuffle away and slip his pants back on. Probably wise to get that done before he's dropped back onto the streets of Nonah. ]

Okay. Okay. Next time. Oh, man, I'm gonna blow your mind. [ It sounds like a challenge, and he laughs, and then just... it's not much, and he's not sure if he's doing it right, but he leans forward just enough to give Poe one quick, affectionate kiss just between his jawline and his throat, then promptly tucks his legs under himself and nods towards the ground. ]

Get me home, Poe Dameron. I've got people to brag to.

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