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[shadowglitter]

[ It wasn't too strange a thing to assume, was it? They've always been okay with skin to skin contact, with stupid clumsy jokes about seeing each other's dicks passed between them like fucking oreos, but they're more than that, now. He didn't think... fuck. Odin just thought they had to be a little more careful as time went on, given what they are now. What they are. Shit. It still doesn't feel real.

Peter starts untucking his shirt and Odin says nothing, but there's proof here that any self-consciousness he might feel extends beyond just overthinking things. Odin doesn't comment, but he watches, peering out from over his forearm as Peter gets changed. The tips of his ears go red and he tries his hardest to keep his eyes above the belt, to flick away every so often when he thinks Peter's catching him staring, but there's a warmth that eclipses his baser, physical reaction to this - they're still comfortable just as they are. Good. That's good to know.

When Peter kicks at his leg he grunts and hides his face in the sheets, bouncing a little when his motherfuckin' boyfriend fish-flops around as hard as he does. Again, it takes a moment for him to say anything, just turning his head to the side and resting his ear to his arm so he can look at Peter a little sideways, and he wonders if it would be too forward to say half the things he's thinking. ]

I had all this stuff from my mom on me when I ported in? It's all in a box under the mattress, 'cause I don't like being away from any of it. It's probably that.

[ Or it's just a spring, like Peter said. It's not like Odin hasn't pissed off enough of the production crew for them to purposefully get him a shitty bed. He shifts to sit upright and draws his knees up, resting his chin on it and hugging his legs to his chest. His ears are still red, which he's trying to will away, but it's tough. ]

And-- and like. Just to be clear. [ he clears his throat. ] You're staying the night up here, yeah? Just-- like, to sleep, obviously.

[quickfingers]

[Peter stretches out on his side, pulling a pillow close and scrunching it up under one arm to rest his chin on. It's weird for a beat, and not because of playing princess and the dead mom's belongings on this mattress but - because there's a renewed flicker of something to the air. Something he feels like a thump in his chest, a static feeling in him from maybe knowing Odin was glancing at him, maybe knowing he didn't mind it. Something that makes him want to smile a bit, since it's a pretty half-decent feeling. Warm, comfortable. Nice.]

Yeah, unless you wanna throw me out. [He quirks a brow before thoughtfully jabbing Odin in the side with a fingertip.]

And we don't have to like, just sleep. [He adds on after a pause, clearing his throat because yeah - again, things are coming out of his mouth more sexual than he intends and half his brain doesn't mind while the other half is desperately slamming the brakes. That flutter blossoms in his chest a little more, and he just reaches to pull Odin's arm away from his knee to get at his hand.

Let him hold that for you.] Y'know, if you wanted - to just... lightly fool around or something? I don't know.

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[ Odin feels the flutter of something close to panic when Peter jokes about being thrown out - he's ready to overreact and argue that that's the last thing he wants when there's a light jab to the side that leaves him wheezing. Geh. He rubs at his ribs, though his hand comes to a slow, gradual stop the more Peter talks, and by the end of it all he hesitates, red again, covering his mouth with his palm. ]

You're killing me, man. [ It's muffled, the steady groan of a man being pretty easily affected by the accidental come ons of the dude he's dating, but it's there, even as he brushes his fingertips over Peter's hand. He rubs at his nose and drops his arm back to his side as he cautiously locks their fingers together, and he laughs, stupidly. Just happy to have this moment. ]

I, uh. [ He lays down flat and scoots closer to Peter - it's clumsy and takes a little time, because he refuses to seperate their hands until they're both comfortable, but soon he's laying down on his side again, close enough to feel bodyheat. ] I-- so, like. I wanna kiss you again. A lot. All the time. All night. Is that okay? If we just... [ he shrugs, dragging Peter's arm up a little when he does it. ] It's not that I don't want to do anything more than-- that, it's just. Early? And. I want to spend all night doing-- dumb. Romantic. Things. Telling you I like you and being really stupidly in puppy love or whatever.

Odin Dark's cascading emotions are, outwardly, seemingly a rush of conflicting struggles against his inner darkness and ever-present turmoil, but he actually just has a huge crush on this dumb asshole named Peter and wants to die over how he's his now or whatever. So.

[quickfingers]

[Peter shifts accordingly, holding on to Odin's hand with a little squeeze if and when it seems like they might have to let go until they're settled. And then they're close enough he feels so aware of his own breath, heart crawling up his throat until he swallows it back down and flicks his eyes over Odin's lips and jaw and - appreciates him for a moment.

Peter tugs at their linked hands, pulling Odin's over to his side and positioning against his hip. He then he slips his fingers away, smoothing them up Odin's arm and affectionately hooks them behind his elbow to anchor him close. It helps for when he shifts forward to kiss Odin, light and quick - testing the feel of a chaste kiss, weighing it against the more heated and needy ones.]

Just kissing is cool. For a little while or all night, whatever you're feeling? I just... I wanna just do whatever. This is good. I like this.