OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Seems like it's going to be one of those nights--the kind of night when Steve can't get Orpheus alone with him fast enough, can't kiss him passionately enough, can't get his hands on enough of Orpheus's skin.

"I know exactly how I want you tonight," Steve says as he pushes Orpheus through the doorway.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus stows his guitar out of the way immediately, looping his arms around Steve's shoulders. "Oh? And how is that?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"On your back," Steve says as he backs Orpheus to the bed. "Your legs around my waist. I want to paint on your chest while I'm inside you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins, tugging at Steve's shirt. "Gods, yes, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and yanks off his shirt as quickly as he can.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, tugging off his own and starting on his jeans. "Where are your paints?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Desk drawer." He kneels to unlace his boots.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus toes his shoes off, his jeans hanging low on his hips as he moves to the drawer to get them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks his lips as he watches Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sets them on the nightstand before turning to Steve with a smile, slowly shimmying out of his jeans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sits on the bed and watches Orpheus, heat in his eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Once the jeans are out of the way, Orpheus climbs into Steve's lap, grinning.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds him by the waist and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his arms around Steve's shoulders as he returns the kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hands slide up Orpheus's back as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses against him, hands tangling in Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lies back, tugging Orpheus with him, not letting the kisses stop.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly as he moves, nipping lightly at Steve's lip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives Orpheus a teasing kiss in return, and rolls him onto his back.

[golden_lyre]

Grinning, Orpheus shifts to curl a leg over Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his still-clothed hips against Orpheus's. "Need to get some water for the paints," he whispers and slides off the bed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans as he moves and whines softly when he moves away.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Patience is a virtue," Steve says airily as he goes into the bathroom for water. He comes back a few moments later with a glass, and climbs back into bed.

[golden_lyre]

"Whose virtue?" Orpheus mumbles, watching Steve as he goes.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Could be yours," Steve says and dips his head to kiss Orpheus.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"I'm very patient," Orpheus murmurs against his lips. "Just not when it comes to getting your hands on me. Or vice versa."