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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve dips his head to kiss him. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, pressing a few more kisses along Orpheus's jaw.

He kneels between Orpheus's legs and guides his cock into him, shaking, eyes closed in bliss as Orpheus once again surrounds him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a low groan as Steve enters him again, wrapping his arms around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cradles Orpheus's cheek and watches his face between kisses.

[golden_lyre]

"Come on, lovely," Orpheus whispers, fingers sliding into Steve's hair. "I want to feel you coming inside me..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, honey," Steve groans, and keeps his eyes fixed on Orpheus's face as he gives more hard, fast thrusts. He cries out as his body shudders, and collapses onto Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his arms around Steve, hands stroking over his hair and down his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hips move lazily, eking out a few more tremors of pleasure. He kisses Orpheus along his collar bone.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nuzzles along his hairline, humming softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Don't wanna move," Steve whispers. "You feel too good."



[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"So don't," Orpheus murmurs. "Stay."


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles lowly and kisses the crook of Orpheus's neck. He folds his arms and legs around Orpheus's body like another blanket.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers slide down Steve's spine slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Doin' okay, honey?" He kisses along Orpheu's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus murmurs. "Yeah, just fine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve purrs to indicate he is, too.

[golden_lyre]

After a while, Orpheus starts humming softly.

It sounds very...Greek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm," Steve murmurs. "What's that song?"

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know yet," Orpheus whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wiggles a little. "You're composing," he whispers, pleased.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles a bit. "I usually am," he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"And I love it when you do."

[golden_lyre]

"Most of it never gets finished," Orpheus tells him, shifting a little to get more comfortable.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just like sketches," Steve murmurs, moving off him a little so Orpheus isn't bearing his full weight. "Seeing what works and what doesn't."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods and brings a hand up to stroke his cheek.

"I think this one works," he says quietly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses him deeply.

Then, abruptly, "Oh, hell."