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[shadowglitter]

[ 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.