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]

"I'll give it a shot," Orpheus says with a laugh. "But I do really like this bed..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tumbles Orpheus onto the bed and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs into the kisses, squirming under Steve as he moves to tug his clothes off.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve helps, more or less. There's a lot of kissing going on.

[golden_lyre]

Once he's naked, Orpheus pushes Steve onto his back, climbing on top of him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve props himself on his elbow, watching Orpheus with bright eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes hold of his face in both hands and kisses him deeply.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes down Orpheus's sides as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps kissing him as he leans over to dig in the side table for the oil.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes his back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses it into his hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pours oil onto his fingers, his gaze on Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles down at him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ready?" Steve whispers as he trails slick fingers over Orpheus's ass.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck yes, lovely," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grasps Orpheus's hip and pushes his first finger into Orpheus's body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, pushing his hips back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve opens him slowly, deliberately, stopping more than once to get his fingers slick again.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, Steve," Orpheus groans. "I'm ready."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out his fingers with a soft chuckle. He gives his cock a few strokes to get it slick.

"C'mon, then, honey."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus, shifts back to guide Steve's cock into him with a groan.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bares his teeth as he slides in, his eyes hot as he watches.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grips Steve's shoulders, taking him all the way in and holding himself still briefly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve exhales with a shudder, his fingers clenching tight around Orpheus's thighs.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, you are perfect," Orpheus groans, starting to move slowly.