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[Generally speaking, Poe preferred his sex very much in the casual and likely not often repeated category - easy to enjoy, then cut loose. This was already leaning into 'probably more feelings than really should be there' category, even just based on context. Admitting things he barely could tell anyone, and then just how slow Odin is moving against him -

Definitely 'danger' territory. He considers, briefly, laughing it all off and ruffling Odin's hair and saying 'maybe just cuddling', but finds that he can't. His hand does wander up into Odin's hair, though, fingers lightly scraping at his scalp.]

Trust me, I'd let you know. [And he would, if he actually wanted him to stop. But...]

But don't.

[When Odin locks his leg, he locks back, pulling him closer even if it makes getting at the belt more awkward, hand in Odin's hair pulling it back slightly to force Odin to tilt his head upwards, barely time for a blink before Poe moves in to take a firm, warm kiss.]

[ All of this is new for Odin. He'd never been kissed like this, until his first time with Poe. He'd never taken someone's clothes off of them before, like he's doing now, awkwardly tugging Poe's pants down just enough to comfortably reach his hand down and rest the tips of his fingers just by his waistband. He's never been close enough to a person to recognize when there might be "danger". He just... likes this. He likes Poe. A lot. More than he should, maybe, but he can't imagine Poe feels any different about this than he does.

He's tentative and nervous when he kisses back, but he wants to be good, so he's eager when he tugs at Poe's lip and tries to deepen this already. He reaches his other hand up to Poe's jaw and gently traces a thumb over his cheek, and he opens his eyes, just a little, which had fluttered closed without him noticing. He's lost, a little, in Poe's eyes, and he doesn't try to hide how taken he is by them.

He's already hard, grinding one shallow thrust against Poe's leg, but he doesn't break apart or move to address it. ]

[His heart thumped, hard, meeting that look - half because no one in the galaxy could be looked at like that and not react, and half because he is now 90% sure that he shouldn't be doing this. Casual. This was supposed to be casual--

He deepens the kiss almost just so that Odin can't look at him like that anymore, so that he can pretend that they're just having fun. Again, that brief flutter of thought - laugh it off, Dameron, tell him that adoration looks good on him and tease it away - except that he needs this so badly. It doesn't have to last forever to enjoy it in the moment, right? (Enjoying it doesn't necessarily mean he's going to break Odin's heart, right?)

Odin spent so much time making him laugh, maybe in the end he'd be able to chuckle about this too, and not just have those eyes send electricity right down to his cock.

The danger siren continues to ring in his head and he- he ignores it completely. He cups Odin's face in his hands as he deepens the kiss, his hips rocking against his hand, his thigh rubbing up into Odin's groin. He keeps kissing him, but let's his hands move after a moment to try to get under Odin's clothes.]

[ Despite Poe's best efforts, Odin's eyes stay locked on his - half-lidded, eyebrows pinched with need, an overwhelming affection pouring out of him. He's looking at Poe like he's the whole fucking world, right now, and Odin's breath catches when Poe's thigh pushes against him, partially because of the feeling but partially because Poe is making him feel like this. His chest hurts, full as it is with excitement and arousal and the first, tiniest feelings of something more than friendship.

His heart is gonna break and he doesn't even realize it.

He pulls back, finally, though he makes a noise like he's disappointed in himself when he does it. He tears those eyes away from Poe to look down at his clothes, and he tugs at Poe's shirt, pulling it off over his head pretty damn unceremoniously. He swallows the nervous dryness in his mouth as he does the same for himself - shrugging off his stupid cape, tearing off his gloves, pulling down the top half of his bodysuit to completely expose his naked chest and abs to the night air. He's uncharacteristically nervous - he didn't care about being exposed the last time they did this, seeing as they did it in the fucking air and he just got off on the excitement of it all, but now it's... different.

Now, he really, really wants Poe to like him. ]

[Poe's lips are parted, his own breaths shallow, easily letting Odin get his shirt off and away, before moving to hook his fingers into the bottom half of Odin's body suit, slowly pulling it down his hips.

His own eyes are at least full of fondness - an a nice heavy dose of arousal - but he can't help but note the nervousness in Odin's expression.

Even if he can't keep looking at his face the whole time, eyes travelling down the rest of his body.]

Force, Odin, do you have any idea how good you look-- [It was a rhetorical question, however, as he continued to help push the bodysuit past his hips, then down his thighs-- He couldn't help but wet his lips.]

[ Odin laughs, softly, a mix of relief and just general happiness spilling out of him. He helps Poe help him out of his clothes, pulling off the rest of his suit and throwing it behind him, completely naked and exposed, now, in a way he's never really been in front of another man. He's achingly hard, and he reaches down to stroke his own cock a couple of times, hitting Poe with those eyes again, jaw clenched tight.

He shuffles forward to strip Poe the rest of the way, carelessly throwing the rest of Poe's clothes off the bed, planting small, gentle kisses on his abs and his hips and his side. He bites his bottom lip when he leans back up, staring Poe down with a kind of breathless admiration. ]

That's-- I mean, I could say the same for you. You're-- you're beautiful. I never really noticed, 'cause when I look at you, I always just wanna, like-- you know. [ He moves his hand to gently brush a bit of Poe's hair out of his eyes, then runs that hand down his chest, down his abs, resting again at his waist. ] But-- you're just... beautiful. I think.

[Poe is torn between feeling like the worst human ever, incredibly aroused, and incredibly fond. None of these things line up well, because none of these things are supposed to be felt at the same time. This level of fondness and this level of arousal are Not A Good Idea.

But a tiny part of him whispers at the back of his mind, about how those rules don't apply anymore, about how even with the Porter ready to take him at any minute, he's still likely to stay longer here than he is back home. That maybe it's okay to take something a little less flippantly, for once.

Just a whisper, but strong enough to keep him from laughing. Instead he slides his hand over Odin's as the man moves them over his chest, pulling them up to his lips so he can kiss his knuckles, and then leaning in to take another heated kiss.

Words would probably betray him, at the moment, but his body was all too happy to say what he could - or would - not.]

[ Odin's cock twitches to attention, again, when Poe kisses him. He's a little braver, this time, darting his tongue against Poe's as he moves to straddle his waist, leaning into the warmth of the other man's skin against his own. He leaves his hands on the sides of Poe's neck as they kiss before running them through his hair, down his back, gripping his shoulders for balance, until finally he breaks the kiss with a shiver.

But it's here that his inexperience is showing. He's got it in him to be rough, aggressive, fucking ruin Poe if that's what he wants, but his sexual experiences pretty much begin and end with the carpet ride. He puts his hands back on Poe's neck and stares down at him, and there's - an intimacy in this, a closeness, something that shouldn't be happening. ]

What-- what do you want me to do to you? Or-- to me. What do I...

[ And he's meeting Poe's eyes again, his expression filled with so much raw vulnerability as well as this intense, eager need to please. It's written all over his face that Poe could do anything, ask for anything, and Odin would dive on it like a lifeline. He just needs a little guidance from someone he trusts. Someone in control. ]

[Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop, Dameron. Right fucking now. Don't--]

Just follow my lead.

[No. That was not supposed to come out of his lips, not with the husky luster to his voice and definitely not with a hand to shift Odin's hips a little further onto him. And he most certainly should not be taking both his and Odin's cock in his own hand, a slightly shiver running up his spine at the intense warmth of the contact, and he should immediately stop himself from slowly beginning to stroke them both at once.

There are several reasons for this. One of the major ones is because of how close he still is to Odin's face, how easily he can read his expression. He can't really think of a time anyone ever looked at him like that. Lust, sure, that he was used to. Excitement, of course. This?

Fuck, what was he supposed to feel with this?]

It's totally okay... to just... do what feels good. [He's breathing a little harder between strokes, steady and slow, wetting his lips.]

Right? No need to rush anywhere--

[ Odin nods, breathes out a shaky breath that rattles his ribs under all that chiseled muscle. He's seen so much death, been the reason why so many people have died, but - this, this time with Poe, makes him feel fragile, almost glass-like. He's not sure what changed, to make him this weak, too unaware of his own feelings to notice what they are. He's not in the right frame of mine to examine them, though, and only squeezes his eyes tight as he lets the feeling of Poe's hand wash over him.

He bucks his hips hard into Poe's fist, precum pooling on his tip and running down the underside of his cock, between them both. He moves one of his hands and clasps his fingers over Poe's fist, partially to feel more connected to him, partially to encourage him. He's looking down between them like he's fucking fascinated, seeing his dick glide in and out of his and Poe's hands, and - more, seeing the pilot's length, something that makes his heart race and his mouth run dry again. He rests his knees on either side of Poe's lap and lowers his body so even more of them are touching, even more of his weight is resting on him, and he breathes out another nervous, shaky breath. ]

Y-yeah. Fuck, that's--

[ He thinks, at first, that he's willing to just stay here for a while, back arched and eyes now shut tight, letting Poe do the work. After all, it feels fucking amazing, and if he tried to take control now, he'd screw up, wouldn't know what to do with himself. But - it's totally okay to just do what feels good sticks out in his mind, and - he arches his body down, puts his lips right up to Poe's ear, bites it just once, gentle, like Poe first did to him on the carpet. ]

D'you know how often I think about you when I'm jerking off, man? It's always you. I'm always wondering what you think about when you touch yourself, if maybe you're thinking of me - and the thought of you screaming my name the way I always scream yours, when I'm hoping you'll look out the window, peer into my bedroom and catch me shooting my load - that's always what gets me off in the end.

[If Poe was thinking straight, the red flag would be waving in front of his face so hard and fast that he'd immediately stop, let go, and gently life Odin off him. Unfortunately, he is no longer thinking straight. In order to not feel horrible he had purposely shoved aside rational thought, and as soon as Odin's teeth are on his ear--

He lets out a low, long moan, bucking his hips upward, his hand tightening under Odin's.

Every word out of Odin's mouth is a warning sign, and every single one only serves to get him hotter than he was before. Goodbye, rational, sober thought. Hello Odin murmuring into his ear.]

Fuck, Odin-- Haven't -- Even shown you anything yet --

[He turned his head to try to catch at those lips with his teeth.]

You're not going to be able to think of anything else--

[ Odin's knees actually shake, his whole body a bundle of frayed nerves and pulsing electricity. He tries not to buck into Poe's hand again, scared that he'd be quick to lose himself and start fucking the poor guy's fist like a beast, if he tried, but he still finds himself doing these needy shallow thrusts into the friction, always wanting more.

He leans in to let Poe kiss him, but each kiss is short and fragmented, peppered with Odin's shaky breathes and barely stifled moans. ]

Same-- for you. I'm gonna-- [ He bites down on Poe's lip, gentle but firm-- ] I'm gonna-- make it so all you can think about is me. You're gonna-- you're gonna lose your mind, every time you think of me.

[ His free hand is in Poe's hair again, and Odin tugs on it, just hard enough to get Poe to lean his head back and expose his neck. Odin bites at his neck again, gently, sucking hard, leaving a mark, and then he's kissing back to his jaw, back o his ear, whispering again. ]

I wanna fuck you already, man.

[For someone who had so little experience, he didn't seem to be having a problem getting Poe to let out a low moan as he marked him, a line of precum leaking from Poe's cock, this time, and sliding down between their fingers.]

Yes. [It's a breathy affirmation, but a solid one. Yes. Fucking him right now would be just fine. He was planning on taking is slower than this, but - well. These things happened.]

Jacket pocket. Bottle, package. [He had come prepared, after all, even though by Odin's last text he had figured that this was no longer an option. But the little bottle of lube and the condom wrapper were still in his jacket anyway.]

Need a little - prep first--

[ Can't fault an eager virgin with a crush for wanting to take things fast, even if that crush is still a mystery to him. Odin nods, but he doesn't make to move just yet. He sits back up, just a little, firmly holds Poe by the chin and guides him up to meet his lips again. Another passionate kiss, another with too much feeling for something casual. Another lingering look from Odin, like he feels overwhelmingly happy that Poe is doing this with him.

He finds the willpower to move, eventually, and slides off the bed, searching through Poe's things for the lube and the protection. He's all nerves, now, dropping the bottle and the condom at least twice before he's found purchase on them, and when he's back in bed, he's sitting up on his knees looking like he's about to march into fucking battle for the first time, all serious and intense and still just achingly erect, that stupid dick of his pointing skyward. It'd be a pretty easy sight to laugh at, if Odin wasn't so openly god damn terrified. ]

You're gonna-- have to tell me if I'm-- doing it wrong? I mean, not that I really know how I could do it wrong, because it's just, like, Rod A into Slot B, but I don't-- that's not sexy. This isn't sexy talk.

[ Didn't take long for him to get off his game. ]

[The pause let's Poe catch his breath too, and something about the awkward un-sexy talk actually relaxes him. Right. That's why he's here. Help 'broaden Odin's mind', and it has nothing to do with the way he swore so solemnly to help find a daughter he never had.

Dammit, Poe, stop thinking.

He offered a sympathetic smile and reached out for the bottle and the condom. He put the first to the side, and popped open the lid of the second.]

It's alright, I'll show you. Probably faster than telling.

[He shifted himself back, knees up and ass out far enough to make was was about to happen very easy to witness. Then he poured some of the lube onto his own fingers and spread his legs apart. He always enjoyed this part - enjoyed how people looked at him as he slid his own fingers inside himself, one at a time - but they didn't normally look at him the way that Odin did. And something about that made the blush run hot under his skin, from his cheeks all the way down his neck to his throat. His tanned skin darkened as he sucked in a breath, the first cool, slick finger sliding in.]

Can get pretty -- ngh -- can get pretty rough, without a little... Just want to make sure it's nice and smooth going in---

G-Gods.

[ This is definitely slightly more overwhelming for Odin than he expected, and he feels like he's being... invasive, maybe, by watching this. He can barely tear his eyes away from Poe long enough to look up at his face, but the expression on the pilot's face, all flushed and eager and ready, awakens that same fucking need in Odin to make him scream and writhe under him and praise Odin for being an amazing lay. He inches forward, puts his hand on Poe's wrist, and gently eases him away from himself. ]

N-no, I get it, just-- just. Move, I wanna-- I wanna take care of you.

[ Odin's hands are actually shaking, when he tries to replace Poe's finger with one of his own, getting it slick with lube first and then gently pushing the tip of his finger inside. He sucks in a breath, all the blood in his body rushing south, because fuck, Poe is tight. His already pre-slick dick gets even more wet from the anticipation alone, and Odin has to take a second before he slides his finger in deeper, slowly, agonizingly slowly, overly gentle like Poe's never done this before. He's treating Poe as if he were the virgin, rather than Odin, and--

With his other hand, Odin uncaps the lube again and pours just a little too much of it over Poe's cock. Slowly, he starts to stroke him, from base to tip, twisting in circles when he hits the head. He starts timing the strokes of Poe's cock with the slow thrusts of his finger, and he's staring solely at Poe's face, now, desperate to see him react. ]

[Poe nods, letting Odin slide his hand away and then angling himself so Odin has a little better access, letting out a slow, low moan as the fingers are replaced. It always feels better, someone else doing it - something about not being able to feel both sides of the equation. Even if the actual action is a little timid.]

You're not going to break me, Odin, you can--

[But he cuts off as soon as there is suddenly a lot of slick lube on his cock. His surprise is all too apparent - he had expected Odin to just continue as he was, so his whole body shudders as Odin starts to stroke him and thrust with his fingers at the same time.]

F-fuck--

[He let his head roll back, his hips starting to lift off the bed as if he could get Odin to go deeper that way.]

[ Odin grins, ear to ear, proud of himself in a way he never usually is. Most people would be quick to say he's overabundant with self-confidence, but the truth is, Odin's a fuckin' wreck of insecurities, scared as hell that if he doesn't keep talking or acting stupid people are gonna leave him. But this - knowing that he's the one who did this to Poe, made him squirm and need more of him - it's almost too much to bear. He'd close the distance between them and fucking fuck him, already, if it wasn't for this overwhelming need he had to make sure Poe was gonna be okay and love this as much as he will.

He twists his hand over Poe's cock and picks up a steady rhythm of softly squeezing him, of rubbing him where he knows he'll be sensitive enough to squirm and of gliding his fist up and town in tandem with the finger he's still slowly fucking in and out of Poe. He swallows another flutter of anxiety before easing a second finger inside Poe, taking them as deep as he cares and just leaving them static for Poe to adjust to. ]

I-Is that-- okay? Are you still feeling-- like, safe? Good?

[If Poe was younger and a little less experienced, this would already be too much for him - but as it is, he can enjoy it thoroughly without worrying that he's going to end the session too soon. And he is enjoying it. Thoroughly. And not exactly being quiet about it.]

Yeah-- Yeah, fuck-- That's good-- Just keep going --

[He reached a hand for the condom packet, patting the sheets blindly where he knew it was because he was a little to distracted. Finally he found it, though, and still shuddering over Odin's machinations, ripped it open.]

C'mere. [He demanded at the same time as he reached out for Odin's cock. If he had more brain to think with, he would do this with his teeth, but at the moment he is much more concerned with just getting this on rather than being fancy about it. Even then, though, his movements are very practised, pinching the tip of the condom before he rolled it down over Odin's (considerable) length. Luckily he'd seen the beast before, so he had a good idea of what size was required.

Meanwhile, his hips were rolling with every thrust, shallowly bucking into Odin's hand as well as pushing back on his fingers and forcing them deeper. Even if Odin stopped moving, Poe would be fucking himself with Odin's hands.]

[ Odin's practically in a trance, by this point, all but salivating like a fucking dog at the sounds Poe is making for him. He's completely lost in this, in following Poe's orders and picking up the pace again, thrusting his fingers in and out at-- finally-- a faster speed, the sound of his hand beating Poe's dick filling the room even on top of Poe's moans and his own shallow breaths. He doesn't stop moving, exactly, when Poe beckons him over, but his hand tightens like a warm, wet vice when the condom rolls down his cock, and the tips of his fingers curl and start to slowly pry Poe a little further open.

He can't handle waiting, anymore, and he drags his fingers out of Poe, taking one final, deep breath. He strokes his cock with the hand he was using to jerk Poe off, covering himself with second-hand lube, and then he lines himself up with Poe's hole - with one last fleeting glance at Poe to make sure this is okay, he slowly, slowly, slowly teases the tip of his dick past Poe's entrance, biting down on his lower lip as he slips into that impossibly tight warmth. ]

F-Fuck. Fuck-- fuck, fuck, holy shit, Poe, holy--

[ He's not close to done, not yet, but his chest and abs are rising hard and fast with each shallow breath as he tries to calm down, just fucking overwhelmed by the pleasure already surging through him. He grips onto whatever part of Poe he can reach - his arm, maybe, he's not sure, his eyes are closed - and he keeps whispring Poe's name, over and over again, searching for composure. ]

[It's his arm, though Poe isn't paying a whole lot of attention to Odin's hands at the moment - or even his voice. Instead he is completely distracted by the incredibly full feeling he is slowly experiencing. His own breath comes hard and fast as he forces himself to relax (always an oxymoron) so that it doesn't burn as Odin pushes deeper.

(It burns a bit, despite everything - but it's a good burn, and he moans again.)]

That's it- yes - fuck, deeper--

[His hands find Odin's hips, and start dragging him in. Any thought that Poe had previously about this being a bad idea has utterly vanished. It feels way, way too good to be a bad idea.]

[ Odin lets Poe guide him about halfway inside before he's gripping his arm even tighter, dipping his neck so their foreheads are touching. He's kissing him there, like Poe did when this first started - something sweet and gentle and caring on his forehead, something out of place against the burn of his dick stretching Poe apart or the way his nails are starting to dig into his bicep.

But the encouragement gets to him, as it always does, because encouragement and praise is what always sends Odin over one edge or another. He rocks back and forth, a bit, barely half an inch of his length dragging back and forth through Poe as he collects himself, and then he's easing further and further in. He's scared that he'll lose control, that he'll shoot too early and ruin this, but the fact that Poe wants him deeper, wants to feel good, keeps him grounded. He compartmentalizes his own pleasure, focusing on anything but the feeling of that warm pressure pushing down on him, and he edges further and further in, deeper and deeper until--

He's in, completely, to the hilt, and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. The nails he's digging into Poe's arm are starting to leave a mark, and his abs and pecs are starting to sheen with sweat. He takes a rocky breath before he starts to move, pulling himself out just a few inches before slamming back in Poe, hard, too much eagerness and need to keep in check. ]

F-Fuck, sorry, that-- f-fuck.

[His body was getting used to it, adapting and numbing, and the burn was making way pretty quickly for a very full, deep, pleasure. Then it's broken as a ragged gasp is torn from his lips, the burn very much back as Odin thrusts hard into him. He can feel his skin under Odin's nails tearing, and it just makes it all the more erotic.]

Yes-- [He bites out the gasp, quite opposite to Odin's apology, and his eyes open to burn fire as they meet Odin's.]

Fuck, Odin-- Fuck me-- Don't hold back--

[His own nails bite into Odin's hips, pulling him forward roughly, trying to arch his neck up to take a kiss, but his lips land on Odin's collar bone instead, his teeth nipping at it with need.]

Fuck me--

[ He wants to ask, probably for the thousandth time, something like are you sure or are you okay with that or is that really want you want, or else say something like i don't want to hurt you-- but his voice dies in his chest before it can leave, and soon he's rolling his hips back into Poe, just a little less carefully than he has been.

It's not fast enough for Poe to see stars, not yet, but he's gently hammering the head of his cock right up against Poe's prostate, pushing deep against it every time he bottoms out. He has just enough wherewithal to reach his hand - the one not digging into Poe's arm to keep himself steady - between them again, and he clumsily begins jerking Poe off again, so much more stuttering and rapid than before.

He's hard as fucking steel when he sees Poe's eyes, and he hisses air through his teeth when Poe bites down on his collarbone. He starts to pick up the pace, but only just, a part of him still-- possibly naively, given Poe's experience-- nervous that Poe won't be able to handle him when he gives up all restraint. He's starting to realize that some of the moans echoing in his ears are his own, and he looks down at Poe, as into this as he is, and softly laughs. ]

Fuck, I wish you could see how amazing you look right now.

[Poe seems the least concerned about being hurt - if anything, whenever a thrust is a little too deep or a little too fast he lets out a louder groan. His cock throbs every time Odin drives into his prostate, leaking precum even before Odin's fingers wrap around it. There is no question that he's into it - his hips driving down to meet every thrust that Odin makes, as if to force him to give up any idea of gentleness.

He didn't want to be able to walk, tomorrow.

When Odin laughs, a grin spills over Poe's lips, the answering humour underlying a naked heat. ]

View is- fuck - pretty fucking good from down here-- Fuck, Odin, you feel so good--

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as if anyone reading this isn't here for EXACTLY THAT REASON (i see their minds)

tut tut tut

came for the smut, stay for the feels, then lie down and cry slowly in a puddle of my own tears

welcome to ship town motherfucker i'm its mayor it's time for porn and emotions

oh well i guess i live here now

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