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[shadowglitter]

[ Fuck, he's laughing again. Peter's so good at making him laugh. He's tempted, but he doesn't pull Peter's tie, because he really wants that dinner - but as Peter dips him down for a kiss, he keeps his fingers curled tight around the fabric, keeping him tethered close so the kiss might last a while longer. He shuts his eyes and feels the tension leave his body the second Peter's lips meet his, and Odin sighs softly through his nose, the taste of clean water and soft skin and orange faygo mixing together. They separate, and Odin's feeling a little too starry to say too much. ]

'Kay.

[ He's basically laying down against the couch's back by now, keeping Peter bent down over him. They're - dining for two, he needs to remember that, but he pulls the end of Peter's tie taut, idly sinking his teeth into the fabric. He holds eye contact, leaving just enough of an indentation, and when he lets go, his eyes rake back over Peter's neck. Remembering that first week.

He lets go, in the end. He moves to sit up on his knees and turns around, resting his hands on the back of the couch and darting up to take another quick kiss from Peter's nose, then drums another hard rhythm against the upholstery and leans back. ]

You know you're gonna get grease stains all over that, right? I mean, I don't care, 'cause it could be in tatters and I'd still think you looked beautiful. I'm just saying. Gonna be marring the woven vestments of our love with the broth within which dead chicken bathed.

[quickfingers]

I am capable of eating without getting grease all over me.

[He defends himself with a look about being so falsely accused, smiling when Odin finally lets go of his tie. He's already a little aroused, making him a little more pink in the face, but he's powering through it. He looks down at the suit he's in, uncomfortable as it happens to be, and just tugs the lapel to arrange it. Smooths down the front of his shirt.

It's stupidly overdressed but it's something he knows Odin would appreciate. And somehow it fits in contrast to what Odin's wearing, the two of them looking way too good for two idiots in an apartment in the middle of a flooded city. But the candles are lit and it feels - romantic, so he combs his hand through Odin's hair and leans to kiss him again. Smack dab on the forehead.]

Plus there's this little known art of stripping? I can always get naked. So let's eat? And... chill. It's still cold and disgusting as fuck outside.