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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[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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What led me to you," Steve whispers, his body rocking faster. "Who -- who thought -- we would be -- perfect together."


[ooc: This feels so meta.]

[golden_lyre]

"It's fate," Orpheus murmurs, moving with Steve's hips. "The gods..."



[ooc: lol, yes.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"...looked at us and thought, They need each other," says Steve with a joyful laugh.

[golden_lyre]

"Who knows what they think?" Orpheus moans, his head falling back.

"It...hardly matters."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve traces Orpheus's throat. "All that matters ... is we're here. And we love each other."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus groans, shivering, moving faster. "All that matters..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grasps Orpheus's hips again for leverage as he shoves up into him. His body arches and helpless groans pour from his mouth.

[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.