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 purrs and moves in closer, kisses deeper.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly, fingers massaging the muscles in Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls away to rub their noses together. "What do you want to do, sweetheart?"

[golden_lyre]

"Anything," Orpheus whispers. "I want to touch you everywhere."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rolls onto his back and pulls Orpheus on top of him. "Do it."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, shifting to sit up over Steve's thighs, his fingers tracing across Steve's shoulders. "Everywhere."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves his arms over his head and grins.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly as he traces his fingertips all along Steve's arms, the same song he was humming earlier.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve fingers twitch a little, but he doesn't otherwise move.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands move slowly, thoroughly, his fingers sliding over the muscles in Steve's arms, teasing over his armpits, before tugging at his shirt to get it off.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sits up a little to make getting the shirt off easier.

[golden_lyre]

Once it's off, Orpheus settles in again, sliding his hands over Steve's chest, caressing his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes in deeply.

(And a little shakily.)

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers trace almost reverently along Steve's collarbone, down between his pectorals, across each indentation on his abdomen. He slides down Steve's legs and bends to kiss the hollow of his throat.

Part of him still wants to make sure Steve is really here and not disappearing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Is the soft moan Steve emits convincing?

[golden_lyre]

It's a reassurance at the moment. Orpheus strokes the backs of his fingers down Steve's sides before moving to his hips and down his thighs.


[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales deeply again and bites his lip.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus massages his thighs gently as he moves down Steve's legs. His fingers curl around Steve's calves, rubbing there as well, digging lightly into the muscles.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's back arches and he looks at Orpheus through his lashes, hungry and dark.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides down further to lift Steve's feet into his lap, rubbing his thumbs along the arches and then lifting them again to kiss the balls of his feet.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve huffs a laugh, toes curling.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and kisses his ankles.

"Turn over, lovely," he murmurs, his voice low and gruff.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves onto his stomach and rests his head on his folded arms.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans up to reach under Steve and undo his trousers, tugging them down slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches his hips, not at all suggestively, nope nope.