drivesadesk | Jonathan's Voice Mail

Hey. It's the great and handsome and attractive and super lonely Odin Dark. It's kind of weird?! Not having everyone around?! I got used to being locked up in a tiny house with everyone for three weeks. I kind of miss it? Also I'm super scared that we're going to stop being friends now that we don't have a reason to hang out all the time? And so. What's up? I hope I'm not waking you.

Well, I was sleeping, but I'm not now. But yeah. It's really weird not having you and Peter fighting in the bed while we're trying to sleep.

I kind of liked sharing a bed, though.

But we're totally going to keep being friends. I'm kind of glad to be back and able to eat real food again, but kind of mad that they didn't let us keep the bits of that drone that attacked us.

I liked sharing a bed too. Being on my own in one feels weird now. I don't really miss getting punched in the ribs by Peter at 3am, though. Next time we share a bed, it can be just you and me, or something.

[ He realizes how that sounds, but he just lets it hang in the air. ]

Ugh, yeah. Same. The bits of meteor, too. I wanted to make that space-sword so bad. I forgot how badly I missed real food. I'm never eating gross space paste ever again.

Yeah. I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you. Less punching with just the two of us.

Yeah, I know, right? It would've been real cool.

But yeah, real food is awesome. I'm learning about all the stuff that gets deep fried on this planet, and it's amazing.

Weeeeeee couuuuuld doooooooo thaaaaaaaaaaat? We could do that. There's no cameras. Right now. And you did say something about when we're back on earth. Or. Something. If you want. Maybe. Or we could just keep talking about food. You ever had bear steak? Nobody here eats bear.

Yeah. We could totally do that. I mean, no cameras, right?

Bear steak is a thing? I've never had that. I've never had a lot of things on Earth. We could do both things. Food and sex.

I've never had sex with a human before.

Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Hm. Hmm. Let's leave the food? Let's leave the food. We can do food later. Or after. Or something. Or before? Or after. Preferably after. I kinda just wanna skip right to the other thing. Caaaaaaaaan IIIIIIIIII cooooooome ooooooooover?

Yes! And after works.

I live at Heropa 004.

'Kay.

[ beep! he hangs up. he's slightly nervous when he heads over to Heropa 4 - and rather than wear his normal avant garde bodysuit bullshit, he's just in a henley and sweats with sleeves rolled up over his biceps. he knocks on Jon's door and heads in when he's invited. ]

Uh, hey. So.

So.

Soooooooo.

You've really never done this with a human? What's your-- uh. History? With this kinda thing?

[Jonathan's a little surprised to see Odin wearing normal clothing. He's wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants himself, but that's closer to what he usually wears, so less surprising.]

I mean I've done this before. With reptilians. Just...not humans.

[So he isn't completely inexperienced. Jonathan begins leading the way to his room.]

Right. Okay. Yeah. I mean - yeah. I figured? I figured.

[ He heads to Jon's room, taking a deep breath. He's the one who... initiated this, but he's still nervous. All talk, this dude.

He sits on the edge of Jon's bed. ]

So -

What's more... comfortable for you? Skinsuit or - no skinsuit?

[Jonathan's room has a space heater set up near the bed, as well as a couple heat lamps set up next to the bed that are turned off. Other than that, it looks like a normal bedroom. Jonathan is a little surprised that Odin seems so hesitant. He expected him to be a lot more excited, considering how he was on the ship.]

I don't know. I mean, which would you prefer? My hemipenes won't really be...out in the skin suit. But I don't know if you'd be okay with...well...I mean I don't look human.

I'm open minded as fuck, dawg! COME AT ME, BRO!

[ he twists around on the bed to do a cool rap pose. it's-- stupid. but he holds it for like 5 seconds before he's back to just sitting with his legs over the end of the bed. ]

Listen - I don't care. The two dicks thing is super fun and interesting or whatever, but at the end of the day I just wanna get laid and you're my friend. I'm game for whatever. Let's just-- c'mere.

[ He grabs Jonathan by the wrist and tugs him over, pulling him down to the bed, meeting his eyes with his own. He raises one hand and gently rests it on Jon's neck, stroking his thumb over it. ]

Just see what happens. Okay?

[Jonathan laughs at the pose, but he gets Odin's point, too. He lets Odin pull him into the bed and snuggles in close, enjoying the feeling of Odin's warmth against his own.]

Yeah, okay.

[The feeling of Odin's thumb stroking his neck feels nice, and Jonathan leans in, kissing Odin.]

[ Odin shuts his eyes and leans into the kiss, and he's slow, at first, pressing his lips against Jonathan's until and just gently easing into it. It doesn't take long before-- muscle memory, or something, kicks in-- and he starts taking this further, maybe a little too fast. His tongue meets Jonathan's and his hand slides down his neck to his shirt, which he starts impatiently tugging at, like he wants it off. He breaks the kiss. ]

God, I hate clothes? I hate clothes. C'mon, off.

[Jonathan likes this part, though, so he quickly starts pulling off his own clothes while enthusiastically kissing Odin, starting to trail down his neck, though he had to pause to figure out what he was doing with his clothes and to pull things off. This reveals how complete his skin suit is, even including artificial human genitals. Entirely fake, of course.]

You too.

[Jonathan grabs Odin's shirt, starting to pull it up.]

[ Odin's breath starts coming in a little labored when Jonathan kisses him, and-- fuck, when he strips, Odin can't help but bite his bottom lip and stare. He grins and obediently raises his arms when Jonathan tugs at his shirt, though, helping it come off and tossing it to the floor. He's not sure if Jonathan has an appreciation for this kind of thing, being so far from human, but - Odin's pretty damn ripped, and he's proud of the sharp, defined lines of his muscles, the huge size of his arms and his abs, the pronounced cut of the V in his waist. When he stands and starts slowly tugging the rest of his own clothes off, he takes his time, like he's showing off. This prick and his ego.

The other thing he's proud of is the ridiculous size of his cock. It makes up for his stupid, garbage personality, he thinks. He slides back into bed with Jonathan, already half hard, and plants soft but needy kisses against his throat. ]

Can you, uh...

Can you feel-- does it feel the same? In your skin suit? Like-- if we do things like this-- you're gonna have fun, right? Is that-- shit. Is that offensive? Am I being offensive? I'm probably being a super offensive, stupid dude.

[Jonathan does appreciate Odin's physique, and as Odin begins planting kisses down his throat, Jonathan begins running his fingers along the lines of Odin's abs. The touch of Odin's lips against his throat felt good. Really good. But Odin was right. The feeling was muffled, and he was feeling everything through a skin tight body suit. Temporarily taken out of the moment by Odin thinking he was being offensive, Jonathan said,]

No, it's fine. You're right. I'd feel more if I just...

[And Jonathan started stripping again, this time pulling off his skin, revealing dark green scales. He watched Odin as he did this, worried that seeing him pull his skin off would freak Odin out.]

[ Odin's eyes do widen a little when Jonathan pulls off his skin, but. Honestly, he saw weirder shit back home, let alone since coming here. He just smiles reassuringly and takes Jonathan's hand in his, drawing a line over the cool scales with his thumb. ]

You feeling okay? You still wanna do this?

Yeah. I still want to do this. I was just worried you'd get weird. This is usually the part where humans get weird. Then again, on my Earth, my species is invading the planet, so...

[They sort of had a reason for it. Jonathan kicked off the last bit of his skin suit, kicking it off the bed at the same time. Jonathan's hemipenes aren't visible yet, but Odin might notice two bulges in his groin area. He grips the hand that was holding his own, moving in closer to start rubbing up against Odin's large cock.]

Friction'll help them come out.

I mean, I'm always weird, but like - on a pretty steady level? I don't get much weirder than I've always been. Don't worry. I think you're hot as fuck, scales or otherwise.

[ He goes to say "but also, fuck the asshole humans in your homeland" but then decides n-- ]

But also, fuck the asshole humans in your homeland.

[ ... decides... n-not... to. Nevermind. He bites his bottom lip and lets his eyelids flutter shut, a little, when Jonathan takes a hold of him, but then he nods and slides his hand over where he's pretty sure Jonathan's dicks might be. He looks slightly terrified that he's going to, like, hurt him, or do something wrong, but - Jonathan said this was the right thing to do, and he trusts him, running his hand over his flesh with as much gentleness as his impatience will allow. ]

They're not assho--it's complicated. I'll explain later.

[Because now might not be the time to get into the very good reasons humans had to be afraid of reptilians. For now, he was more focused on where Odin's hand was, the feeling of his fingers running over the scales that covered his hemipenal bulge. Jonathan moved with it, rubbing gently against Odin's hand, and his hemipenes began to emerge. Unlike the rest of him, they were fleshy and a light yellow-green. Each one was also a bit thinner than a typical human penis, although the girth of both combined would be a little bit wider, and each one angled away from the other.

Jonathan leaned in close, gently nipping at the skin where Odin's neck met his shoulder, before reaching down and guiding Odin's hand to encourage him to stroke one of his dicks.]

[ Right. Right. Later's good. Odin's a little fascinated, as he watches Jonathan get hard, staring-- maybe a little too closely-- like this is something clinical, rather than fun, but. The way he swallows, dry, and wets his lips, makes it clear what he's thinking, and his cock, long and uncut, twitches with need in Jonathan's fingers. ]

Just-- tell me if I'm... tell me if I do anything wrong. Yeah? I've never-- with-- I mean, fuck, you're the second person I've ever slept with and my first time was, like, three months ago, or something, this isn't-- just. This is. New. For me. In a lot of ways. Mostly. I don't want-- to be-- wrong? Bad. For you. Or-- fuck. Shut up, Odin.

[ He takes a breath when Jonathan nips at his neck and lets the man guide him, wrapping his fist around one of Jonathan's cocks. He strokes up and down, slowly, mirroring everything he would do to himself and surprised by how easy it comes, given the, uh. Differences. In anatomy. He reaches his second hand down to gently jerk off Jon's second dick, running his thumb over the underside and swallowing, again. ]

Is that - am I okay?

[Jonathan's eyes half close and he lets out a small moan as he feels both his cocks being stroked at once. His own fingers stroke Odin's dick, encouraged when he feels it twitch.]

Yeah. That's good.

[Part of Jonathan wanted to reassure Odin more, but instead he found himself swallowing hard as he took in the feeling of Odin's fingers on his now fully hard cocks.]

So, did you want me to fuck you, or...

[Jonathan's eyes were on Odin's cock. It was huge, and a little intimidating.]

Edited 2017-12-31 13:56 (UTC)

[ Odin's starting to get into a steady rhythm just doing what he's doing, beating Jonathan off and losing himself to the heady feeling clouding his head. It's enough to make him forget everything that went on in space that fucked with him, if only for a moment, and as much as he likes Jon, that's a big part of why he came here. Distraction.

When his brain catches up with the question, though, he blanches a little and laughs. ]

O-Oh. Man. No. I don't think I could-- I mean, if you really wanted to, we could-- try, I guess, maybe, but I'm kinda-- I don't really... like... [ He drops his face against Jonathan's bare shoulder, hiding it a little. ] I don't really - deal well. With not... having control. Of things. In my life. Not with someone I don't know really, really, really really well. So, uh.

We could... I mean, I could-- do that-- to you? I don't know if that's something you're comfortable with, though. Or-- or we could-- do anything else, or-- fuck. I feel like kind of an asshole for not letting you fuck me after all that talking I did about your dicks? Odin Dark's world is a stormcloud of poor planning and terrible decisions.

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