PSL || peter/odin

[shadowglitter]

JUST... JUST,, JUST TWO BROS -- JUST TWO, TWO BROS, BEING, BEING STRAIGHT

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[quickfingers]

[Peter's plans to slowly suffocate Odin go awry and he arches a little to the touch along his spine, letting go of Odin's nose to grip his shoulder instead. He squirms at any future touch along his back like a ticklish, squirming fish but only narrows his eyes in return to what Odin says.]

I'm not... I'm not gonna go all red and awkward? I just. [H e n g h.]

I just wanna sleep? And not with your dick poking me in the side, alright? [He's a bit redder, it's true - but not for the reason listed. After a moment where that's all he's going to say on the matter, he hisses exasperatedly.]

I've also never slept naked with anyone, okay? Not even - not even before. [With Jean.] So do whatever the fuck you want but I'm keeping my shit on. And now it's not even natural? You're doing it to make me embarrassed and it's weird. Fuck off.

[shadowglitter]

You can sleep! You can sleep. My dick'll behave. I'm not trying to be-- like, weird, you're just being really-- like, I wanna make you blush, you're cute when you blush and that's mine now, if we're dating, and, like--

[ Odin's torn, as ever, between just kinda slapping Peter a bit and nebulously appreciating all of his squirmy bullshit like the affectionate asshole that he is. He's pretty vulnerable after tonight, though, and the fuck off makes him shift, uncomfortable, face falling. He figures there are two ways to handle this; he could either get insecure and second guess everything or dive all the fuck in and run the risk of making things worse. He dives all the fuck in.

He strips his pants, climbs under the sheets and shuffles close, skin to skin, sliding his leg between Peter's and tangling himself up in him. He rests his palm on Peter's side and just kinda watches him for any reaction, and if it's allowed, he'll kiss him very briefly on the cheek. If it's not, he'll just stay there while Peter slaps him and spidercrawls away, probably.

Either way, he settles in as close to Peter as he can, watching him with a distant fondness. ]

Dickhead. Asshole. What a piece of shit.

[quickfingers]

You fucker. [Is all Peter stammers in return, eyes a bit wider when Odin strips down and juts his leg out between his under the covers. He's not precisely sure why he heats up as red as he does in reply, it's not so much Odin's body but just... the gesture? They intimacy and how forward it is. He's happy his jeans are a barrier, but aside from squirm a bit and some general huffing and puffing, he doesn't spidercrawl away.

Gruffly he sighs, dark eyes flickering away from Odin's face to just... look at how close they are before he curls in a bit and gets comfortable. It involves slinging his arm over Odin's side like he would do any other day, debating whether to headbutt him but instead nudges the bridge of his nose up against Odin like a dog settling in to sleep.]

... Merry Christmas, by the way.