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 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes deeper, groaning. He reaches around Steve's hip to grip his cock, stroking him almost roughly.



[ooc: So true!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's head falls back. His eyes are squeezed shut and his teeth are clenched, between gasping, "More, fuck, more."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus growls, thrusting harder and deeper, his hand moving in a harsh rhythm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes an agonized sound and his fist pounds the wall, cracking it a little. He shudders down to his toes as he comes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out at Steve's reaction, his hips snapping forward again and again until he spills himself inside Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's head and seeks his mouth, his chest heaving.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him sloppily, panting for breath.

"Fuck, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flicks his tongue against Orpheus's lip.

"I suppose," he says, still breathing hard, "this is when I should tell you that actually wasn't what I was thinking of."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "Wasn't it? You should have said."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We'll get to it eventually, I'm sure," Steve replies and kisses him.

"Mm. Shower now, I think."