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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is just at the sink, lathering up a washcloth. He flashes a smile at Orpheus.

"I may want pajamas tonight. I'm still a little cold."

[golden_lyre]

"Do you have pajamas here?" he asks curling his arms around Steve from behind, kissing his shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans against him. "I have sweat pants and a few t-shirts. They'll do."

[golden_lyre]

"Mmm, okay," Orpheus murmurs, kissing behind his ear and taking the cloth from him, dragging it over Steve's belly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales and rocks on the balls of his feet. He reaches back to touch Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus washes him slowly and thoroughly, pressing against Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shivers and moans the entire while, his eyes half-closed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses the back of his neck and along his shoulder. "My lovely man," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve purrs and looks at Orpheus over his shoulder. "Sweetheart," he replies softly.

[golden_lyre]

"I like knowing you're mine," Orpheus whispers, kissing him softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back, then rests their heads together with a quiet sigh.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes a moment, just leaning against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Here," Steve says, taking the washcloth. "Your turn." He turns and starts washing him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, his hands resting on Steve's hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's neck as he moves the washcloth slowly over his stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly, pleased and content.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls back to watch his face as he carefully washes his cock.

[golden_lyre]

His eye darken slightly, his breath hitching.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles crookedly and slows his hand, his other hand grasping Orpheus's hip.

[golden_lyre]

"Steve," Orpheus groans softly, leaning their foreheads together.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What do you want, honey, hm?" Steve whispers. "My hands? My mouth? Or bend me over the sink and slide right in?"

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, yes," Orpheus groans, hips arching forward. "Let me take you, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns to face the sink and bends over it, his legs parted.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods," Orpheus murmurs, hands moving to Steve's ass, spreading his cheeks. He closes the distance between them, spitting into his hand and slicking his cock with it before lining up and pushing in slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches and throws back his head with a groan.