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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

After this conversation with Orpheus, Steve figured it was only a matter of time before he'd have a chance to actually tell people. And so it's only a few days later when he's in another TV studio, getting ready to go on camera.

The big difference is that for the first time, Orpheus is with him. It's hard to keep his eyes off him, and the makeup artist has to remind him once or twice, "Chin up, please, Captain."

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes their hips together as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly, arching up to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Turn over," Steve whispers, running a hand over Orpheus's hip.

[golden_lyre]

Grinning, Orpheus leans up to kiss him once more before turning onto his stomach.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's back and sides for a few minutes, and then plants a gentle kiss between his shoulders.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts with the touches, turning his head back to look at Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Did you want something, sweetheart?" Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

"Whatever you want, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and slowly licks down Orpheus's spine.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, laughing gruffly.


[ooc: Sleep well.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks the sweat from the small of Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus squirms under him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Requests, darlin'?" Steve asks hoarsely. "Anything you want, anything at all."

[golden_lyre]

"Just you," Orpheus repeats.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pauses a moment as he makes up his mind. He kisses Orpheus's back. "I'll get the lube," he says and gets off the bed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and tucks his arms under his head.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smears lube between Orpheus's cheeks.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wiggles, spreading his legs a little.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses his back again. "Slow, remember?"

[golden_lyre]

"Mmhm," Orpheus agrees. "Slow."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve unzips his trousers and takes out his cock. He slicks his cock quickly and kneels over Orpheus's thighs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus stretches under him, groaning softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs a hand over his back. "God, you're beautiful," he whispers. "Such perfect skin. Such a lovely shape." He rocks his hips, rutting against Orpheus's ass.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans quietly, moving with Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's hips and stands on the floor so he can thrust between Orpheus's thighs.