OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve does not hustle Orpheus upstairs.

This is not to say he doesn't have plans. The way his hand lingers on the small of Orpheus's back is practically suggestive.



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him fiercely, rubbing Orpheus's back with his fingertips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, pressing against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts unbuttoning Orpheus's shirt as they kiss, and slides his fingers over Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly against his lips, shrugging out of his shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses down his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head for Steve, his hands sliding across Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sucks on his artery, fingers in Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums again, the sound vibrating in his throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Darlin'," Steve whispers, "I want you--I want to do it here, standing up. Can we do that?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, we can," Orpheus murmurs, reaching for his trousers. "Turn around."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns, trembling.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses the back of his neck and along his shoulder. "Gods, you are so beautiful," he murmurs, reaching around to slide his hand up Steve's chest, pressing his fingers to Steve's lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his fingers and makes a pleased grumble.

[golden_lyre]

"I want you to suck on them, lovely," Orpheus whispers. "Get them nice and wet."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve obeys, licking them extravagantly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly as he watches. Eventually he pulls them away from Steve's mouth and reaches between his legs, carefully pushing them into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks back on his heels, moaning, his eyes slipping closed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works carefully to open him up, fingers twisting and thrusting and curling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clutches at Orpheus's shoulders, moaning, and finally gasps, "I'm ready, I'm ready, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"Me too, lovely," Orpheus says, chuckling darkly. He pulls his hand away and spits in it, slicking his cock as well as he can before lining up to push into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his hands to the wall, pushing back his hips to take Orpheus in.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, pushing in to meet him, holding himself still and nuzzling the back of Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whines in his chest. "Harder, c'mon, fuck me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at his shoulder, pushing in harder, his hips moving faster and faster.



[ooc: Somebody wrote Clint/Lorne...]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches back to clutch at Orpheus's head.



[ooc: Lorne really is the Little Black Dress.]</small.