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 chuckles roughly and carries him to the bed to find the little bottle. He uncaps it one-handed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him roughly, one hand tangling in his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back as he pushes slick fingers inside Orpheus's body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, fingers digging into Steve's skin where he grips him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, that's it," Steve murmurs against his lips.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus murmurs, moving toward Steve's fingers. "I want you... gods, I want you to take me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and gives him the bottle, and carries him to the nearest flat surface. "Get me ready, I can't, I'll drop you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods, quickly slicking his palm and reaching between them to grip Steve's cock, stroking him firmly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches, throwing his head back, and groans deeply.

He lifts Orpheus's hips and drives into him in a single stroke.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out, his head falling back, clinging to Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his neck, grunting as he rocks into him, fast and hard.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a soft, keening noise, almost a wordless song, gripping Steve's shoulders tightly, moving with him as well as he can.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers dig into Orpheus's hips, and he kisses Orpheus's mouth and face and throat.

The walls may not shake, but it's not for lack of trying.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' cock is hard and throbbing between them, and he cries out with each thrust, toes curling as he struggles to hold on, wanting this to last.



[ooc: bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, darlin'," Steve gasps and nips Orpheus's neck. "Let me hear you, I love hearing you."


[ooc: Yes. Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Please," Orpheus groans. "Please, gods...don't stop..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his arms around Orpheus's torso and shoves into him, lips open against Orpheus's throat.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets himself go completely, his fingers digging hard into Steve's skin. He feels as though every muscle in his body tightens in anticipation, and his orgasm seems to explode bright white behind his eyelids as he comes with a loud cry.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls back to watch Orpheus's face, a faint smile on his lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a soft, keening whine as he comes down, still clinging to Steve, gasping for breath.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him and whispers, "More? Or do you need a rest?"

[golden_lyre]

"More," Orpheus groans after a moment. "Don't stop."



[ooc: Heading out for a bit. be back later. :)]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts thrusting again, his lips catching on Orpheus's.


[ooc: Kaykay.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' breath catches, and he clings fiercely to Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is nearly in a frenzy, holding Orpheus with bone-crushing tightness, his entire body working to fuck him deep.