shadowglitter | SINNERS

[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. ]

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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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