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[ Sex. Yes. That did happen. Odin mumbles an almost sleepy agreement, something that sounds like yeah, that was okay under a layer of increasingly incoherent numbness, and he breathes in the smell of Peter's hair. He feels like he's home, for the first time since Import My Heart started - for the first time since he and Peter spent that time away in a hotel room after Fauxhalla, maybe. Fuck, he wants this all the time. To stay close to Peter, to wake up next to him, to fall asleep at his side. Peter looks up, dopey and affectionate, and Odin's too busy having half-constructed daydreams about saturday mornings with dusty sun streaming through the windows of his apartment-- their apartment-- to do anything but grin and kiss him on the forehead. Unspoken love, a warmth lingering behind dull grey eyes.

Peter's laugh and the redness of him makes Odin feel a surge of pride in his chest and he kisses him a little lower, right on the top of his boyfriend's nose, laughing a little at the ceiling comment. That's another thing they've shared - staring at the ceiling, listless and broken. That's going to change, he thinks. Countless makeout sessions still to come, all of them ending in two exhausted boys staring up above them and trying to calm down. Changing that association, making it better. Kinder. That's what he wants.

Peter asks him if he's okay and Odin forces himself to keep conscious, but he presses himself closer to Peter's side and hugs him as tight as his steadily slacking limbs will allow. ]

Listen - I can't really tell you how often I've thought about you doing that? Suckin' this hallowed dong of mine. This great and mighty sword of flesh. A warrior's mightiest weapon. It's been on my mind, like, over the past month, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it even before oreos brought to light my latent physical attraction to you - which I guess is kind of weird? Sorry. [ Haha... haaah. He really should have done more. Guided Peter like he asked, told him what he was into and what he liked. It was just easy to get carried away, to unload as quickly and as easily as he did, and he kisses Peter's neck, both guilty and reassuring. ] My point is just-- you could have done anything short of biting this bad boy off and I would have been into it. Because it's you. And I wanted you. And I like you. And you're you. And. You. You. Does that make sense?

[quickfingers]

[Maybe the flow of Odin's feelings might feel suffocating to some, the sheer volume of them rolling over them like this but Peter likes the sweep of emotion it draws through him, feels wanted by it and it feels good. He turns his face inward to nuzzle against Odin, kissing a spot on his jaw with a weighted sigh.] Do you just think of everyone jerking off at some point? I mean, I bet some people we know do that real weird...

[His eyes flick away. A thought for later.]

Hey. Can we move to the bed? Like, I like this and all but we should probably move places before we forget how to. My legs feel numb as shit. [He laughs, proud at that as he tries to sit forward, but not without leaning against Odin on the way to kiss him again. Speaking of things they're going to be doing a lot - Peter's affection levels are often kept in check by the moods of his partners and so these floodgates may never have a chance to close.

When he sits up it's slow, distracted by the way he cups Odin's face and leads him up along with him - kiss drawn out and lingering even once they're mostly upright. Only then does he peel away, smiling and opening his collar, idly massaging a sore neck again.] An' I'll get better, eventually. At stuff?

We'll just have to practice at it for a while. [He cracks a wider smile, obviously liking the implications there.]