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[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.]