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[flightforfreedom]

[Poe is completely content to just sort of lie there breathing, though he does make a half hearted reach for some kind of tissue and gives up when it's not immediately to hand.

His cock, however, is done - it is soft to the touch and a little oversensitive which causes Poe to let out a low groan.]

... If you really have to ask... Fuck, Odin, yes. Yes, you were... yes. Very okay.

[He looped a lazy arm around him, pulling him closer and turning so that he could cuddle a little more fully. He was suddenly exhausted, and as the pleasure wore off, the burn was returning a little more forcefully.

He had earned that burn.

He pressed another kiss to Odin's forehead, a faint mimic of the tender one that Odin had given him moments before.]

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin lets out another - slightly sadistic, admittedly - grin at Poe's little groan, but he leaves him alone, wrapping that hand around the man's waist as before and pulling him closer instead. He shuts his eyes, warm and content, happier than he's been in... months, come to think of it, his heart light as a feather when Poe gently kisses him. He's too tired to chalk that feeling up to anything more than just some kind of wild relief that he lost his virginity after fuckin' years of resenting it, but even now, so close to sleep, he just feels safe in a way he normally doesn't. ]

I should shower. Or do something cool and sexy like put your jizz on my finger and lick it off all sexy-like. But I'm tired and I don't wanna move.

[ His eyes flutter open, then, and even now, when he's drained of all energy and there's not a drop of lust left in his body, he's... too vulnerable. He's looking at Poe the same way he did before, and it's - a lot. ]

You were, um. Great. Obviously. Like I even need to say it. [ he squeezes Poe again. ] So. But. Yeah. Just-- yeah. Are you, um - sleeping here? For the night?

[flightforfreedom]

[Poe is too sleepy to really register the way that Odin is looking at him - too satiated and satisfied to want to move. So he just smiles fondly, ruffling his hair, eyes half lidded before just sliding shut contentedly.]

Unless you're kicking me out. [It's a low tease and he hasn't stopped smiling, but he does shift his head to kiss whatever bit of Odin happened to be closed to his lips now. Opening his eyes was way too much effort.]

Mm, don't worry so much, we can shower in the morning. I make some... Killer eggs, apparently...

[shadowglitter]

Naw, I ain't. Just - wanted you to be comfortable.

[ He doesn't give a fuck about the eggs. Or the shower, really, gross as that might be. He just wants to sleep. He wipes his chest down with his sheets (sorry, sheets) and uses the momentum to find some kinda blanket to throw over the both of them, and then he's fuckin' out. It takes about two seconds for him to cuddle up to Poe as close and as tight as he can before he's passed out. zzzz. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[Despite how tired he is, he doesn't pass out immediately. He listens to Odin's breathing as it steadies, mind wandering in patterns he's not awake enough to really follow, gently threading his fingers through Odin's hair.

Eventually, though, the gentle rise and fall of Odin's chest lulls him, and he slips into unconsciousness where he is.]