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 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."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, hand gripping tighter, moving faster.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shudders in his arms, as his face goes slack and his stomach shivers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus fucks him harder and faster, his thrusts getting more and more erratic.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers dig into Orpheus's neck as he shouts and comes, spurting over Orpheus's hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into his neck, thrusting a few more times before coming with a groan.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve combs his fingers through Orpheus's damp hair. He chuckles roughly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles hazily, kissing Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Bed," Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus murmurs, shuffling back and tugging Steve with him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve topples into bed. He stretches out with a groan.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus climbs in with him, curling against Steve's side.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve drapes himself over Orpheus. "Good lovin', honey."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly. "Yeah, it was."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve idly traces Orpheus's collar bones.

"Do you think we can make this last?" he asks softly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a slow breath.

"I...I do, yes."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve touches him lightly, and then meets his eyes and smiles.

"I believe you."


[ooc; Good night! Should we wrap this one?]