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."

Comments

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles breathlessly, hips moving faster and harder, rattling the sink and mirror.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[ooc: Gah, meant that to be "kiss his palm."]

Steve rocks back to meet him, soft moans spilling from his mouth.

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: *pets* I figured.]


Orpheus' grip tightens, stroking Steve firmly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes into his hand insistently, close to coming, and drags his eyes to the mirror again to watch their faces.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' breath comes low and quick. "Fuck, lovely...come with me..." His hips jerk forward harshly, his back bowing as he starts to come.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's legs tremble and he shouts, coming in spurts over Orpheus's hand.

...it's possible he pulls the sink slightly away from the wall as well.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans against him, gasping for breath.

He looks down after a moment and laughs quietly. "That good, hm?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What?" and then, "Oh, dear," when he sees the sink. "Well, I don't think I broke the pipes."

He laughs quietly and presses back against Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his shoulder. "Maybe we should get an upgrade..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Or just somebody in to fix it."

He closes his eyes with a sigh.

[golden_lyre]

"I was thinking more so that we could do this again without breaking anything," Orpheus murmurs, nuzzling behind his ear.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "Oh, that makes sense."

[golden_lyre]

"I do have a few good ideas on occasion." He laughs softly, pulling back a bit, groaning softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches Orpheus's reflection, a tender look in his eyes, and then says, "So back to bed, then?"

[golden_lyre]

"Hm, yes. After we clean up."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve picks up the washcloth again, smirking.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins and kisses him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back, smiling. "Can't help it," he murmurs, eye flicking to Orpheus's mouth. "I always want to touch you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "I'm not complaining."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and washes himself quickly, keeping an eye on the pipes for leaks.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lazily kisses over Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Clean yourself up, boyo," Steve admonishes him softly. "I want to get back into bed."

[golden_lyre]

"You're hogging the cloth," Orpheus says, taking it from him, to wash himself.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"There are others," Steve says and gives Orpheus another kiss before heading back to the bedroom.

[golden_lyre]

"Why make more work for housekeeping?" Orpheus calls after him, cleaning himself quickly.