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shadowglitter) wrote2017-12-31 07:23 pm
shadowglitter) wrote2017-12-31 07:23 pmPSL || peter/odin
JUST... JUST,, JUST TWO BROS -- JUST TWO, TWO BROS, BEING, BEING STRAIGHT
shadowglitter) wrote2017-12-31 07:23 pm
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It takes a while f... or... fuck, holy shit, that tongue--
It takes a while for him to get out of his head, to fight the urge in his cock to just pin Peter down and take him, something only made worse when he sees the bruises on his neck, but he shakes his head as hard as he can to clear those thoughts away. This part is important. ]
You are to me.
[ It's quiet and almost apologetic - like he knows he's pushing against one of Peter's insecurities, but he's going against his better judgment and forging forward anyway. ]
Just. You are. To me. Attractive. I wouldn't-- you wouldn't be affecting me as much as you are if I didn't find you... like... [ He trails off, watching that creme on the tip of Peter's tongue and just-- FUCKING. HE PUTS HIS HAND OVER HIS EYES. ]
Like-- like, yeah. Like that. You're fucking ruining me here, man.
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He doesn't move until Odin's eyes are covered, popping the cookie into his mouth and chewing as he slides on over on his knees to get close. He swallows, speaking with that thickness back in his voice. If it's not cum, it's creme, who knew.] Then let me ruin you a little more, dumbass.
[This is the weirdly exciting part - the smutty, stupid experimental part of a relationship where they're just sort of... exploring their options. Exploring each other. And he hasn't really had a relationship before that was as energy-charged as this one, where this much messing around in a short period of time was possible.
He slips his hand along the side of Odin's neck, a tender touch that wraps around to slide his fingers into his hair and give a tug at the name of his neck to tip up his chin. From there he will dip in to kiss at his neck, lips over bruised skin turning blues to purple and purples black.]
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But that side of him, all that self-destructive anxiety, goes silent when Peter promises to ruin him.
The acid that had been tearing away at this gives way and he starts to warm, swallowing hard as Peter touches him. The tug at his neck has him hissing in air through his teeth and letting out a low, breathless laugh, because fuck, he liked that. He lets Peter kiss at his neck until there's enough electricity in his hands that he just has to fucking move, and he lets them rest on Peter's sides, just by his ribs. His bruises are sensitive enough to sting, but it turns out he likes that, too.
He lowers his eyes, half-lidded and heavy, and brings his lips to Peter's. It's clumsy and awkward because now that they're doing this, all the pent up aggression and competitiveness that comes from Peter teasing him - everything inside of him that wants to win, wants to be better, wants to make Peter writhe like that - all rolls out of him at once. He leans Peter down against the mattress until he's on his back and stays over him, tugging at his bottom lip and slipping his tongue between them. Tasting oreos. ]
Think you've got it in you to come again? [ It's whispered against Peter's lips between sudden quick and powerful kisses, words all said with a lilt in his voice. ] 'Cause, I mean - I can. I dunno if you can.
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He didn't think he'd like this, he's definitely not used to it, having a figure looming over him. But it's hot when it's Odin, someone he trusts even when his heart skips the occasional beat. They're tethered together by a kiss he's attentive to, lips parted and an eagerness to the way his tongue darts out in the midst of it.
His nails drag down the side of Odin's neck as his fingers curl over the bulge of his cock.] Guess you're gonna have to try me then, aren't you?
[If there's one thing Peter hates it's the common association that a quick and speedy guy's gonna blow fast. They never think about the stamina aspect, the recovery aspect, and how he can go blow for blow here. Even with a nervous twinge accompanying messing around, his dick's doing its best to try and navigate how it feels and is already back on track towards going up. Not as eager as Odin's but you know, whose dick really is?]
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Poor Magnus. He's not going to know where to look when his brothers show up at Fauxhalla pink and bruised from the neck down, almost wine-stained in colour.
But back home, Odin is one of those quick and speedy guys, so said common association isn't really a part of this for him. He just wants to set some kind of challenge, and when Peter takes the bait and taunts him right back Odin feels a surge of something crash through him. Affection laced with lust. Admiration for Peter. Fondness.
He doesn't moan when Peter touches him, because that might give away how much he wants this. He's here to make Peter make those noises - to writhe and to squirm and to fall to pieces in Odin's hands. ... unfortunately, he can't help the involuntary shiver that shoots through his spine as Peter's nails scratch over him or as his hand hits his cock. Odin takes a deep breath and kisses Peter a little harder, only pulling back when his chest is aching and he wants more from this.
Odin lowers his voice, keeping steady, keeping focused. ]
I'm gonna suck your cock. [ He gently punches Peter on the shoulder, slightly red, still daring. ] You want me to do that?
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[His palm presses more solidly against Odin's cock, rubbing against it because while he's not going to decline this - he still wants to do something for Odin. Even if he's not sure what that is, since he's not sure he's up for foolishly pawing his way through another blowjob himself. But if Odin wants to blow him, okay, he can stumble through that instead.
Because at least he has some - experience with that? He doesn't feel so nervous, instead the void is just full of anticipation and a clenching in his gut.] I want that.