OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The Bar, for reasons best known to herself, has given Steve a room that could be a renovated warehouse loft in New York. There's exposed brick and lots of bookcases--which Steve has begun to fill--and a shelf for his record player and vinyl albums. The tall arched windows open to a view that could be Manhattan at nighttime, if you didn't know you were at the end of the universe. The bedding and upholstery are faded, Cape Cod-type shades of cream and red and blue, as if someone left them out in the sun during a long, lazy summer.

Steve gets another key from the bar and stands in front of the door for a few moments, breathing deeply, before he lets himself in.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus huffs out a breath and curls his fingers into Steve's hair. "Thank you, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"How do you want it, sweetheart? Want to ride me?" He smiles naughtily. "Or harder than that?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs breathily. "Fuck me, lovely. Hard and deep. I want to feel you in every part of me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The flush deepens in Steve's cheeks. "Do you want it from behind?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sucks in a quick breath. "Yes..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"On your knees," Steve whispers. "Hold the headboard."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, kissing Steve hard before sliding off his lap. He settles in on his knees, legs parted, grasping the headboard.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels behind him and presses a kiss between his shoulders. He quickly coats his cock with lube, grasps Orpheus by the hips and pushes into him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans loudly, hisback arching, "Fuck, Steve!"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stops his hips. "Too much?" he gasps.

[golden_lyre]

"No, gods no. Don't stop," Orpheus murmurs. "I'll tell you if it's too much."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's face to turn back his head and kisses his mouth. He wraps his arm around Orpheus's waist and picks up his rhythm again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, reaching back to hold onto Steve's hip tightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks into him, hard as he dares--and then a little harder, his hand pressing against Orpheus's stomach to bring them tighter together.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out, his head falling back again, fingers digging into Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve scrapes his teeth over Orpheus's neck. He wraps a hand around Orpheus's cock and starts jerking him roughly.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes. "Gods yes...fuck..." His hips jerk forward into Steve's grip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bends them forward so he can fuck Orpheus deeper.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grips the headboard tighter, pushing back to Steve's hips. "Yes...lovely...just there..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes a hand into Orpheus's hair, hips slamming into Orpheus's body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out again, louder, his spine tensing as he comes with a shout.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand slows and slides to Orpheus's stomach. His cries grow rougher, and his hands tremble as he holds Orpheus tight against him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses back to him, fingers flexing rhythmically on Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans, "Orpheus," in Orpheus's ear and his arm tightens around Orpheus's waist, and he comes with a rough shout, throwing back his head.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes...gods, yes," Orpheus breathes, stroking his fingers over whatever of Steve's skin he can reach.