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]

"Yes, lovely," Orpheus moans, spreading his legs a bit further, opening himself up for Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his tongue deep inside Orpheus, his hands squeezing Orpheus's thighs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes his hips back slightly to meet Steve, groaning softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides a finger inside as well, to stretch Orpheus further.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans louder, gripping the sheets with one hand. "Fuck...yes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gently bites his inner thigh.

[golden_lyre]

"More," Orpheus gasps, squirming a little. "Please..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sucks on two fingers and works them into Orpheus. "More like this?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus breathes, hips rocking. "For now..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves his fingers slowly, watching Orpheus's face. "Do you want my cock?" he whispers. "You'll get it."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans. "I want it. I want your cock."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Tell me how much," Steve says, moving up Orpheus's body to look into his eyes, fingers still moving inside him. "Spell it out for me, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"You want me to think right now?" Orpheus asks with a breathless laugh.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You can use small words if you need to," Steve says generously, with a twist of his fingers. It just adds to the challenge.

[golden_lyre]

"Ah, fuck!" Orpheus growls, back arching. "I want...I want you in me. I need it. I love how you fill me, take me over completely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and grips Orpheus's head to kiss him fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans up into the kiss, arms wrapping around Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out his fingers and fumbles with his trousers to finally push them down his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, shifting to wrap his legs around Steve's hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Lube," Steve whispers, reaching for the tube. "I want nothing in my way."

[golden_lyre]

"Still planning on painting me?" Orpheus asks, smiling up at him trailing a hand down Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, yes," Steve says. A grimace passes over his lips as he lubes his cock. "When I'm--ah--inside you--"

He moves between Orpheus's thighs.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus hisses, hands curling around Steve's ribs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides his arms under Orpheus's shoulders and pushes into him, trembling as he tries to keep his rhythm slow.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out softly, legs tightening around Steve's hips. "Lovely..."