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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[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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans as he takes it, his legs slipping a bit, sweat making them slide over Steve's skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's body tenses and he rises up on the balls of his feet. He makes a few more sharp thrusts and then buries his face in Orpheus's neck with a broken cry, trembling as he comes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses his face into Steve's hair, humming softly, a light, trembling tune. "Steve," he whispers. "Fuck..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve eases his grip around Orpheus. His body is slick with perspiration but his arms don't shake from holding Orpheus for so long.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' do, but he doesn't let go of Steve. He isn't sure he'll be able to stand on his own.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out carefully. He asks, with a kiss beside Orpheus's ear, "Can you stand?"

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know," Orpheus admits, his voice a bit rough and still a little breathless.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles roughly and carries him to the bed. "This isn't a statement on your masculinity," he says he lays Orpheus down, and he crawls onto the bed beside him.

He runs a hand over his face, looking stunned.

[golden_lyre]

For once, Orpheus isn't thinking anything along those lines. He tucks himself against Steve, not wanting to break the connection he felt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's forehead and rubs his back. He rests his cheek on the top of Orpheus's head.

[golden_lyre]

After taking a long moment to catch his breath and settle in, Orpheus murmurs quietly, "I want this to last."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve brushes Orpheus's hair back from his face. "So do I."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus looks at him seriously, leaning in to kiss him after a moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him sweetly, stroking his face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rests his hand on Steve's chest, staying close to him, almost curled against him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps him close, kissing him gently. There are a great many things he still wants to ask, but they'll wait. For now he's content with touching and being touched, holding and being held.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls an arm loosely around Steve's waist, just wanting to stay close.

Eventually he says, "You fuck like a god, you know."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs. He was not expecting that. "Thank you. I had an excellent teacher."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "I don't fuck you like that."