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]

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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives a breathless laugh. "If you say so, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"I do," Orpheus insists. "And you are." His voice is gruff and breathless. "You feel amazing. Fit so perfectly."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Like you were made for me." His hands slide up Orpheus's ribs.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus groans. "Exactly."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his hand to Orpheus's chest. "That, maybe, I could believe."

[golden_lyre]

"Do you believe that?" Orpheus asks, moving faster, taking Steve deeper. "Do you believe in fate?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks up his hips. "I didn't--ah!--used to."

[golden_lyre]

"And now?" He shifts to grip the headboard with one hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm starting to think," he pauses to swallow, smiling like he doesn't know it's there, "there's no such thing as chance."

[golden_lyre]

"Very little," Orpheus agrees, breathing out his response.