OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts down his cup so he can hang his jacket, grab some towels and take off his damp clothes.

"Sorry about that, down by the lake," he says again. "I've spent enough time in the woods lately that they shouldn't seem strange to me."

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[golden_lyre]

"If you want to do more," Orpheus murmurs, "do what you normally would. Touch me. Kiss me." He kisses Steve slow and sweet, moving the ice cube back to his chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back and whispers, "Okay," as he puts his hands on Orpheus's shoulders.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides down Steve's body, sucking his nipple again, warming it with his mouth before moving the ice over to it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans, arching to his mouth.

[golden_lyre]

As the ice melts, he picks up another cube, taking it into his mouth and holding it against Steve's skin between his lips, moving slowly down Steve's stomach.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's stomach shivers and he whimpers in his throat.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus swirls the ice around Steve's navel, hands sliding up Steve's thighs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's legs part. He touches Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps the little bit of ice that's left on his tongue as he settles between Steve's legs and takes Steve's cock into his mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's body jerks and he makes a very manly squeak.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles around him, fingers teasing along the curves of his hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Startled me," Steve whispers and tries to caress Orpheus's cheek, but ends up poking his ear.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs again, placing his hand over Steve's and moving it to his cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leaves his hand cupping Orpheus's cheek, thumb touching his lips, so he can feel Orpheus suck him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums low in his throat, taking Steve deep in his throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans, loud, and his teeth sink into his lower lip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus fingers dig into Steve's hips, and he slowly pulls his mouth off, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock.

"I want to take you," he rasps.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes." Steve takes a shaking breath.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides slowly up Steve's body, kissing him lightly as he reaches in the nightstand for the oil.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his hands on Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works carefully to prepare him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes up his hips, breathing harder and clutching at the bedding, and finally gasps, "Orpheus, now, please," in a broken voice.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus growls softly, pulling his hand away and kissing Steve deeply as he lines himself up, slowly pushing into him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his legs to Orpheus's hips, arms around his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his forehead pressed to Steve's as he starts to move. "Lovely," he whispers. "You are...so lovely."