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 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."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back with a sigh. "Yeah, shower."

He takes Steve's hand to pull him toward the bathroom.


[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him one of those concerned looks as they walk.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"What?" Orpheus asks, moving to turn on the shower.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't exactly know," Steve says and strokes Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shucks his jeans and turns to look at Steve. "You're giving me a worried face."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm often worried about you," Steve replies.