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]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes, fingers in Steve's hair. "Fuck yes, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, rough and deep, and starts to move his hand over them as their hips rock.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, you feel good," Orpheus murmurs against his lips, reveling in the slide of Steve's cock against his.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, yeah," Steve says gruffly. He holds Orpheus's face in his other hand to watch his face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' face shifts through several expressions: affection, lust, desperation. His eyes are dark and wide, and his hips arch up off the mattress. His body trembles and tenses before letting go as he starts to come.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, darlin'," Steve moans, watching him and his own hips thrust erratically as he comes. "That's my beautiful darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gasps softly as he comes down, arms curled around Steve's back, fingers sliding through his hair. He laughs breathlessly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles Orpheus's neck.

He looks at his sticky hand and wipes it unceremoniously on his thigh.

"We're a mess."

[golden_lyre]

"But a beautiful mess," Orpheus says with a smile, wiping a blue finger on Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You are a perfect canvas, honey."

[golden_lyre]

"So are you, lovely. Even if I don't do you justice."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him. "You make me feel like something divine," he says softly, "no matter what you do."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus caresses his cheek. "You are like something divine," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Says the demigod," Steve whispers with a soft chuckle and a softer kiss.

[golden_lyre]

"So I know what I'm talking about," Orpheus murmurs, kissing him again and again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mmm..." Steve agrees as he kisses and kisses and kisses back.

[golden_lyre]

"We should clean up," Orpheus says eventually, though he makes no move to get up.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah," Steve murmurs, tucking his head against Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus trails his fingers over Steve's back idly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve brushes his lips against Orpheus's pulse.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly, his eyes closing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whispers, "Could we take a bath?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles. His tub is very roomy.

"Yeah, we can."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and slides off him. "Let's take a bath," he whispers, low, and catches Orpheus's hands to tug him upright.

[golden_lyre]

"Oof," Orpheus groans, but lets Steve pull him to his feet.