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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps kissing him, too.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses him back against the wall, hands at Steve's hips, his own hips rolling forward.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's moans are soft and hungry as they kiss, his own hands restless over Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back after a moment, tugging at Steve's hip to turn him to face the wall.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns and braces his hands on the wall, his legs spread.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus squeezes some lube onto his fingers and warms it before carefully rubbing over Steve's entrance.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales, his back arching.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses two fingers into him, twisting and thrusting.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve gasps and pushes back against his hand.


[ooc: Yes. Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nuzzles the back of his neck, slowly stretching Steve open.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches for Orpheus's hip. "I'm ready, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"All right, lovely," he murmurs, nipping lightly at Steve's shoulder as he pulls his hand back to slick his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs Orpheus's hip restlessly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sucks a mark into Steve's neck, knowing it will likely be gone by the time they're finished and not caring. He lines himself up and rocks into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches and cries out. His fingers scrape the wall.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums against his skin, fingers curled around Steve's hips as he settles into a rhythm.


[ooc: Going to make dinner. Back in a bit.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks with him, his moans rough and low.

[ooc: Kaykay.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bites Steve's shoulder as he moves, pushing deep into him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws his head back with a loud groan.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to nip at his ear, his hips jerking forward as he starts to pick up his pace.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand reaches back to clutch at Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful," Orpheus murmurs, his hand sliding around to grip Steve's cock, stroking firmly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's head falls back to Orpheus's shoulder, and he breathes, "Oh, God, Orpheus..."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, that's it, lovely," Orpheus breathes, pressing his free hand flat against Steve's chest, fucking him deep and hard and fast.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Fuck," Steve breathes, his hand gripping and regripping Orpheus's neck. "Fuck."