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I don't even know why I'm fighting it? Thinking of your tongue in a context that's just straight up euphemistic of giving me a BJ is like, my favourite thing to do. Let's double down. Tell me more about the things your long fingers and tongue are doing.

[hengh suddenly this is real]

uh

you sure?
Aren’t you gonna
be uncomfortable
situation wise?

I, uh.

[ hm. ]

I was just trying to mess with you.

[ a short pause. ]

You'd, like. Like, that'd. You'd? You'd. Because I can come up with an excuse. And. Go. Somewhere. Somehow. If.

[ a few backspaced attempts to finish that sentence, and then just

nothin else ]

[ A short delay just, Peter looking at his phone and thinking it over very fast before just: ]

I... could
if you wanted

Oh.

[ he starts typing, but then he goes dark for a solid five or ten minutes. if peter still has the staff radio channel in his ear, he'll hear someone ask someone else to fetch something for odin's stomach, which means if he tried to act sick to get out of his shoot, it didn't work. a few minutes later, though, the words "break for thirty" will ring out.

odin will be unashamed to admit later that he gave a dude like six hundred bucks to put his schedule on pause for a while. ]

would? I would

if you want.

Let’s?

[ he ducks back into his room upstairs, and he considers asking Peter to come meet him, but he's all nerves and he doesn't think he's quite ready to go from whatever they're doing to... something slightly more upgraded. with. in person. things. in person. feelings.

and so. ]

What's up. I guess. Haha? Hahaha. I've, uh, got some time off, so. So, like. Like. If you're still, like. Hey, what's up. I'm Odin/Owain Dark, slayer of evil, traveller of time and tide, crusher of death and bringer of unfathomable glory. I'm nervous?

[ meanwhile Peter is still in a dog trailer, unceremoniously ousting it’s owner so he doesn’t feel bad with her sitting next to him. Rooty trots off to live her life elsewhere and Peter squirms a bit to get comfortable. It’s just texting but it makes his stomach flop and he’s still into it but... damn. ]

do you want me to keep going with the Oreo thing
I can. it’d prob be easiest so yeah ok
hold on while I get back into character here

ok so where were we
I was dragging my tongue over an Oreo, right? (wish it would stop capitalizing that)
just starting with a fast but building up to longer licks

[ Right, right. Right. Right. right. right. okay. it's not weird, it's just - texting. he doesn't have to make this weird. he doesn't even have to, like, do anything? he could have just stayed in public, being. watched. if he wanted to. seeing as he's not doing anything weird. but that'd be weird? he's not weird. he's. just. one guy. listening to another guy. that he's dating. about. weird. euphemistic. mouth. stuff.

it's fine.

odin sits down on the end of his bed and just kinda stares at his phone for a minute. ]

Edited 2018-02-17 08:31 (UTC)

Right.

[ he's not even sure what he's allowed to say in response. what peter would be comfortable with. does he roleplay the oreo? yeah, peter, gouge that filling with your thrusting taste-meat. no, that's bad. ]

Longer licks. Is good. Good job. Good work there. Nice one.

[ fuck ]

so you like it? You can tell me how you want me to
do this
if you want

Like if you want me to keep licking or... talk about what I’d do with my hands here?
What to touch. like.
stuff

How I want you to... do this... on the. Oreo. Still sticking with that? Sticking with oreo? Keeping that thin veil between overt sexuality and standard, regular conversation going strong? Okay. Um. So, like. Okay. Fine. You do this thing - where you drag your tongue over the cream really slowly? From the... What's a non-dick way to say base to tip? Sorry. Uh. Just, like, you drag your tongue. Slowly. And. Every time I watch that, it gets to me. So. That, obviously. And your hands - just - touching. I don't know. It's hard to say "sometimes I like to imagine your fingers slowly curling into a fist around something" when that something is supposed to be a cookie. Instead of, you know. What it. Usually. Is. In my head. Oh my god. This is stupid? I'm stupid and ruining everything. Uh. Okay. You. Would. Be. Gentle. With your hands. And. I would be firmer. Than that. With mine. On the completely innocent cookie that isn't a metaphor.

Edited 2018-02-17 08:57 (UTC)

right, ok

so right i have the oreo in my hand. still. like, curling my fingers around the edges of it or whatever - giving a pull. to get the... y'know, creme out. that sounds like though. it's harder to make cookies sexual when you're like, thinking about it? whatever. i uh, am i kneeling doing this or something else? paint that picture so i know my angles here.

but i'd start at the bottom of this - cookie. (hah. cockie?) and do what you like, a slow... drag of my tongue from base to tip. and then around the tip before putting it in my mouth. to suck on it just... as slow?

You don't pull an oreo to get the creme out, that doesn't make sense.

[ okay, wait, nervous. nervous and flustered. fuck, okay, fuck. focus. ]

Okay. Okay. You're on your knees. My hand's in your hair, fingertips gently scratching through your scalp. Is that reassuring and hot or kind of weird? Scalp's a weird word and I don't want to kill the... mood. Scalp. Scalp. Hold on, let me try again. You're on your knees. In front of me. I'm on the edge of my bed. And, um, you're doing that to the oreo, and. Woah! Feels great. Nice one. Um, I'm guiding you a little? Easy tugs on your hair and reassuring strokes and stuff. And... Eye contact. You're making me feel fucking amazing and I want you to see every bite of my lip and hard breath I take. Because. I'm looking at you and thinking, fuck, he looks perfect like this. I love seeing him like this. Fuck, that's Peter and he's perfect. Kinda thing. oreos.

dont critique my sexting skilsl odin fucking dark
this is the first time ive done this seriously
i will kill you?

i cant do this? i cant
im not saying oreo anymore

also dont say scalp it is kinda weird. makes me think dandruff over sex

anyway RESUMING with a RECAP:

i am on my knees and you're like, on the bed. sitting at the edge and this is after i parted your legs for a space to sink down into. when my hands aren't like on your NOT COOKIe but in fact cock because we're Adults who can sext and like. real talk i don't know how to legit give a blowjob but like, experimenting here. you're understanding. i'm going slow. and when my hands aren't helping, they're holding on to your hip or squeezing down your thigh.

[Is it weird he's walking through this as if Odin were a chick, making edits where applicable just to feel a little more experienced here? Probably. But it's helping. There are some things he knows a little more about.]

its pretty established i like your hands in my hair, especially if you... pull? i uh, yeah. like that. you can direct me to... do things more - forcefully if you want

Edited 2018-02-18 06:18 (UTC)

I gently take my dick away. I go and put the TV on because I heard there's an old western movie on in a few minutes and I want to catch it so I can practice being a cowboy. I sit down with my Nordic Mead and prepare to indulge myself, culturally, rather than through base physical experiences with someone I love-ish or whatever. You're still here, I ask? I laugh, callously, as I shoo you from the room.

None of that is canon. Sorry. I'm still kind of nervous.

Okay, um. I stare at my phone a little dry mouthed, rereading the part where my boyfriend says he likes getting his hair pulled, because that's maybe the hottest thing he's said to me maybe ever? And, um, I lay down on the bed and shift a little to be more comfortable, and then I realize I'm just narrating my real life instead of sexting, so I slip seamlessly back into character as I clear my throat and try not to be blatantly weird or tell you when I start jerking off or whatever. Um, so. Even though I'm forceful, like, I'm gentle about it? At first? Because I'm nice and I'm testing your limits rather than choking you on my dick even though I think you'd probably be into that. I'll, like, gently pull you back down on my dong, and like, be like oh shit, the aching length of my dragon's staff remains as turgid and agreeable to this as ever, I love it. And then. I guess, okay. If you're okay with it, I'll like, guide? My cock? Into your face. Mouth. More. And I'm all like, yeah, take it. In like a hot way. Breathing in a hot way. I'm really hot in general and you're like, shit, what a hot guy, and I'm like I think you're a hot guy, actually, and then that makes you feel appreciated. Good? Bad?

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