[ Terrified? Haha. Hahahaha. Haha, no. No, no. Odin's heart actually skips a beat, and he shallowly rocks his length against Jonathan's hand without thinking. Holy shit, the dude's got, like, acid blood or something. That's so hardcore? That's poetic. He's falling in love, a little bit. ]

You've-- you've got, like, acid blood? That's kind of hot. [ He stares, a little pink-faced. ] I-I don't want my dick to burn off, though. More importantly, I totally don't want to hurt you? I don't want my dick to burn off and I also really, really, really don't want to hurt you. I'd probably cry and ruin the whole night, if I thought for a second you weren't having fun. Man, boning down is hard.

[ He laughs, a little awkwardly, though again, he swallows and his dick flexes with need at I could just suck you off. People don't talk to him like that. It throws him. In a good way. ]

I dunno! Shit! The unknowable heights of physical intimacy are shrouded in a veil of inexperience and secret secrets, for the great and powerful Odin Dark! [ He rests his head against Jonathan's shoulder, and when he lightly squeezes Jonathan's cocks and starts to pick up the pace, he's a little competitive, like he's trying to drag out a reaction. ] Let's - let's just -

Let's see what happens. Yeah? We'll do whatever feels-- right. Though I, like - totally. Want. To blow. You. Too. If. That's. Fine.