OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve manages to get up the stairs without stumbling too much, and to their door without falling over his own feet.

The drinks he takes from the bottle don't help.

When they get to their door, he leans on the wall to stay upright while Orpheus gets his key.

"Used ta be a lightweight," he tells the wallpaper.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cries out again, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut. Sweat dots his body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes himself up again, sliding his palm down Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches for him. "Please," he says in a choked voice. "Please, Orpheus, fuck me now."

He's barely half-hard but for him, this isn't about getting off.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods, swallowing roughly. He pulls his hand away and quickly slicks his cock, settling between Steve's legs.

"Steve..." There's something almost desperate in his voice as he pushes in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's legs go over Orpheus's shoulders, a silent request to go deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus easily complies, hips pushing forward, shoving as deep as he can into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grunts, his fingers digging into Orpheus's biceps.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck...Steve," Orpheus grunts, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep going, hard and deep like Steve wanted.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"C'mon, c'mon," Steve chants, rocking his body to take Orpheus in.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grips Steve's shoulders, using them for leverage, growling softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grabs Orpheus's head and kisses his mouth roughly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus whimpers into the kiss, his hips snapping forward. He reaches between them for Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches up to him again, keeping his fingers buried in Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes him roughly, his hand a tight fist around Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans at Orpheus's strokes, and it isn't long before his cock begins to leak.


[ooc: Going out for a bit. If I can get wifi I'll log back on.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gasps at that, thrusting harder, throwing himself into it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gasps, "Orpheus, Orpheus," as his fingers dig into Orpheus's shoulders, his eyes enormous and fixed on Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly, watching Steve's face.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's face is strained, tense, his lips wet from kisses and the muscles tight in his neck.

He hooks his hand over the back of Orpheus's neck and hauls him down for another kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, his hand moving furiously, twisting harshly on Steve's cock, hips moving in time.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives a raw, sobbing shout as he starts to come, and he buries his face in Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods," Orpheus gasps raggedly, stroking him through his climbs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve goes on sobbing, his hands plucking at Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gradually stills his hips, pulling out and tugging Steve against his chest.



[ooc: Wow. Typo.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his head down, embarrassed by the intensity of his emotions and his loss of control. He can't stop crying.

[ooc: *pets*]