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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rests their foreheads together. He gasps for breath against Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful," Orpheus breathes, fingers clasped together behind Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles their noses together. "Honey," he breathes, "I'm gonna--I can't--"

He shudders deeply down his spine.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes...yes, please, lovely," Orpheus murmurs. "That's it...so beautiful. So perfect."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tucks his head against Orpheus's neck, shivering harder, and groans against his skin as he starts to come.

[golden_lyre]

"Ah, my love," Orpheus murmurs, arms curling around his shoulders, stroking over his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds him tight, still shaking.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful," Orpheus whispers, kissing Steve's hair, sliding a hand down his spine slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs his cheek against Orpheus's neck a moment, then whispers, "Do something for me?"

[golden_lyre]

"Mmm, what?" he murmurs, nuzzling Steve's temple.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Touch yourself." He whispers it to the hollow of Orpheus's throat. "I want to watch you make yourself come."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly, already reaching between them to wrap his fingers around his cock. "Yes, my love."