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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slows his rhythm and kisses Orpheus more deeply, caressing his face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps his arms around Steve's shoulders. "Fuck," he murmurs. "Don't stop."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Won't," Steve promises and kisses down Orpheus's neck. "You feel so good I never want to stop."

[golden_lyre]

"Good," Orpheus breathes, fingers curling into Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve buries his face in Orpheus's neck, hips rolling.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes down Steve's back lazily.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes soft pleased noises, stroking Orpheus's sides.

[golden_lyre]

"Feel so good, lovely," Orpheus whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hums, "Mmm," and slides his lips along Orpheus's neck.

He pushes himself up and grasps Orpheus's hips, changing the angle.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' eyes roll back and he groans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and pushes Orpheus's legs against his chest, bends over him and kisses his mouth. "Like that, do ya, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus groans, though his cock does little more than twitch in interest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him again, then whispers, "I want to try something," and gets onto his knees and pulls Orpheus up against him. He groans as he sinks in deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a low moan, legs curling around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans, back arching, and he starts chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus groans. "Gods yes, lovely. Don't stop..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans Orpheus against the bed frame and fucks him, probably too hard, probably too rough, his groans deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' nails dig into Steve's back, and he winces a bit, but he doesn't ask Steve to stop.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his mouth to Orpheus's ear and forces himself to slow. "Fuck," he breathes, ""Fuck, I'm so close but I don't want to finish yet, honey, I need to--something--"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus whimpers, his fingers gradually relaxing. "What?" he murmurs, breathless. "What do you need, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't--" He shakes his head. "I don't know. Stop. For a minute. Catch my breath."

[golden_lyre]

Nodding, Orpheus strokes his fingers down Steve's back. "All right," he breathes. "All right."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses against him, panting.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans up to kiss him, careful to keep it slow and easy.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Steve whispers into the kiss. "Do you need a rest?"