PSL || peter/odin

[shadowglitter]

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

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[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.