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 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..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Tell me," Steve whispers and kisses under his chin. "Tell me."

[golden_lyre]

"Feels..." He gasps, struggling for a moment to find the right words. "Feels right. Feels...complete."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans against his neck, fingers knotting in his hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus, slides his hands over Steve's broad back.

"Your paints, lovely," he whispers eventually.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, love," Steve whispers and picks up his brush with a trembling hand. He dips it in the water and loads it with blue.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lays back, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady movements.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve paints a blue smear across Orpheus's chest.


[ooc: Good night! BTW, I've finally seen "Country Strong." Garrett's lovely in it.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, swallowing, trailing his hands along Steve's arms.


[ooc: :D It's such a lovely film.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks his hips slowly as he paints circles around Orpheus's nipples and lines down his stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets his head fall back, skin goosepimpling under the brush.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Look at you," Steve murmurs and smears a line with his fingertips. "So beautiful. My favorite canvas."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs breathlessly. "My favorite artist..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, then reaches over to get more water and pigment on the brush--green, this time.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers again, pushing his hips back to Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve follows the path of his brush with his tongue.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, sliding his fingers through Steve's hair.


[ooc: Heading back to school for a teachery thing. May not be back tonight.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grips the brush in his fist, his hips moving faster, deeper.

[ooc: Kaykay.]

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, Steve," Orpheus gasps, moving his hips back in time with Steve's.