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[quickfingers]

[Peter's still sleepy so it takes him a little extra time to process, rubbing at his shoulder after Odin's gripped it and blearily leaning closer to look at his phone. Someone kissed - no, someone savaged - Magnus Chase. He's got mixed emotions too; pride and a dash of concern for the unknown.]

You still eat the shit out of my neck.

[shadowglitter]

Yeah, but.

[ the concern is creeping in, replacing the startled excitement/scandalized shock. what... does this mean, for magnus. ]

Your neck was definitely at its purplest when we weren't, like, fucking. With all the intensity of a thousand charging bulls comprised of two thousand supernovas instead of flesh and blood. Remember that tiny, rapidly closing window of time in which our physical contact was limited to holding hands and making out? Back before we both became super duper horny deviants?

[ he raises his eyebrows, an unspoken question between them - what if magnus is the type to fuck uncomfortably in a shower now that he's found someone. what if magnus is the type to screw in debra's trailer, or 69 on top of an apartment building. or beej out at a denny's. what if that. ]

[quickfingers]

That... That was quite the time.

[Peter takes a moment to reflect on that small sliver of time, over sixth months in their past. When sneaking around to hold hands, bite at each other and give awkward cummy hand and blow jobs was the norm. It was true, his neck has seen worse days. If anything - this makes him want to restrict Odin just to see if they can replicate it.]

We should swear off sex for a week to recapture the magic.

[shadowglitter]

I wouldn't survive that. I'd literally die. I'm not kidding? I derive my energy from being able to show you how much I love you. Physically. With my dick.

[ ... ]

Let's hang up on Magnus and make out for a while. [ wait ] Let's not do that. Let's make out after? Unless he's dying. I'm still scared he's dying.

[quickfingers]

Hey, I'm on board for this. Wanna hold hands in the meanwhile?

[...]

If it were literally anyone else I'd say let's hold dicks. But.