OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I have been reading a lot lately," Steve remarks when he unlocks the door to let them in. "So much literature to catch up on."



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

"Gods, Steve," Orpheus breathes, riding him hard and fast now, fingers digging into Steve's shoulder and the headboard, a low, musical groan resounding from his throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps a hand around Orpheus's cock. His strokes are sloppy--his control is teetering on the edge--but the intention is there, in his hand, his slitted eyes, his parted lips.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

It doesn't take much, just a few strokes before he's coming, groaning out Steve's name as he spills over his chest.


[ooc: Night!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand slows to a stop, and he sits up so he can wrap his arms around Orpheus's waist and fuck him with short, sharp strokes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps his arms around Steve's shoulders, holding tightly to him, murmuring encouragements.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tips back his head to watch Orpheus through his lashes.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, lovely," Orpheus whispers. "Fuck me...fill me up..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him under his chin and pushes into him deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, holding tightly to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Do you need a rest, honey?" Steve growls against his neck.

[golden_lyre]

He shakes his head. "No," he murmurs. "Keep going."


[ooc: Shower and quick errand. Back in a bit.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods and gets onto his knees, and leans Orpheus against the headboard for better leverage.


[ooc: Kaykay.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus buries one hand in Steve's hair, the other reaching behind him to grip the headboard.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grips Orpheus tightly to him and pounds into him, grunting low in his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans as he takes it, his breath pushed from him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's cries grow only more raw, more desperate, as his fingers slide over Orpheus's sweat-slick skin and his body hovers on the brink of release.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, that's it, my love," Orpheus murmurs. "Come for me..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve buries his head in Orpheus's neck and groans, his arms shaking as he comes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his fingers through Steve's hair and down his back slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve exhales deeply.

After a moment he murmurs, "Bed's still standing."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "I'm kind of glad about that..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's right, you like this bed." He slides out carefully and lays Orpheus on his back, and collapses next to him. He kisses Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

"You don't mind, do you?" he asks, curling an arm around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs roughly. "I don't mind. I think it was mostly a figure of speech anyway."

[golden_lyre]

"Good," Orpheus says with a chuckle. "We could always buy a bed specifically for that purpose..."