OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has Orpheus.

Steve has pie.

Steve doesn't know which one he wants to eat first.



... this is the dirtiest thing Steve has ever thought.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his fingers into Steve's hair. "I just like the thought of being out there with you, no one else around for miles."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve feeds him another bite of pie. "We can be as loud as we want, make love on the deck if we want, swim naked in the ocean...

"Are you sure you wouldn't get bored with just the two of us?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes the fork from him as he chews, offering Steve another bite. "You know, I don't think I will," he says thoughtfully.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and eats the bite, and then kisses Orpheus again.

"I'll bring lots of paper," he whispers. "and pencils. Mustn't forget the pencils."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sets the fork down to slide his hand slowly over Steve's thigh. "You draw and I'll play and we can fuck whenever we want.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We'll live on fish and sunshine," Steve murmurs, kissing him again, slower and longer.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes the pie from him and sets it aside, leaning up into the kiss.

"Sounds perfect, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You're perfect," Steve whispers, sliding his hands up Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

"Nowhere near it," Orpheus murmurs, tugging up the hem of Steve's shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and raises his arms. "Perfect enough."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and tugs Steve's shirt up over his head.

"I doubt that, but you make me want to be."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's face to kiss him fiercely. "I don't want you to change a thing about yourself," he whispers, looking into Orpheus's eyes to his mouth and back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' eyes darken, and he wraps his arms around Steve's waist.

"Careful what you wish for, lovely," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I wish for you to fuck me in this chair," Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, his hips arching up instinctively. "I think I can do that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes their hips together and kisses his neck. "Figured you might.

"Everything else I wish for you can do just as easily, darlin'. I promise."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slips a hand into the back of Steve's trousers. "It's not a matter of can, it's a matter of should."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, you definitely should."

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck you? Yes, I think you're right." He leans up to kiss Steve again, deeply, hands groping his ass.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and moves to straddle Orpheus's thighs, holding his face as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rolls his hips up, grinding against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve drags up Orpheus's shirt. 'Gimme," he whispers. "Gimme your skin, honey."

[golden_lyre]

"Impatient, lovely?" Orpheus chuckles and tugs his shirt off, tossing it aside.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's chest. "Maybe," he admits and kisses along Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

"I like it when you are," Orpheus murmurs in Steve's ear, nuzzling along his hairline.