OOM: post-Slenderman with Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

After all the ups and downs and adrenaline rushes of the day, one hopes Steve can be forgiven for pushes Orpheus against the door as soon as its closed and kissing him senseless.

[ooc: Contains adult content, and lots of it.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus would certainly never presume to complain about that. His arms snake around Steve's shoulders, fingers curling into his hair as he makes a pleased noise into the kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls away reluctantly, with a muttered, "Help me get all this off," as he starts to work on the buckle of his utility belt.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, of course," Orpheus says, getting started on his top, quietly cursing the complicated uniform.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is unbuckling his thigh holster when he chuckles. "I really like this until I want to take it off quickly."

[golden_lyre]

"I want to see you in it when I'm in the mood to take my time," Orpheus says, wrangling him out of his top.

He's still wearing his own mask, but taking that off doesn't seem like a priority just now.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Some other day," Steve says and kneels to take off his boots.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins down at him, sliding his fingers through Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles back and holds Orpheus by the hips. "Hey, there."

[golden_lyre]

"Hey," Orpheus echoes, stroking his thumb across Steve's cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels up and kisses Orpheus's stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans against the door, his fingers stroking through Steve's hair again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses down his hips and slides his hands around to clutch at his ass.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly and tugs off his shirt, tossing it to the side.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his chest, as high as he can reach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' breath comes a little faster. "Gods, Steve..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Want you so much, honey," Steve whispers roughly and gets to his feet. "C'mon. Clothes off. I want to touch you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands move to unbutton his jeans so he can shimmy out of them as he kicks off his shoes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes off his own trousers and leaves his uniform in a crumpled pile on the floor as he gets his hands back on Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls him close, arms wrapping back around him, tugging him in for a heated kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him desperately, hands skimming over him.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, I want you, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, hands sliding down Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You have me," Steve whispers and kisses down his neck. "Oh, you have me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head with a low groan. "No, I...fucking want you...in me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and sweeps Orpheus into his arms to toss him onto the bed. He throws himself onto him and kisses him roughly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans as Steve moves on top of him. He wraps arms and legs both around him, hips arching up.