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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 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, shifting to press his legs together. "Is this what you wanted, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, that's good," Steve mutters.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and pushes back to Steve's thrusts.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans, throwing back his head.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps moving, back arching.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Eventually Steve forces himself to stop, and braces himself over Orpheus, gasping.

"As good as that feels," he pants, "I don't want to come yet."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus turns his head to look at Steve. "How do you want to come, lovely?" he murmurs, his voice a bit breathless.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels on the bed again.

"Kneeling. Your legs around my waist. I want to fuck you as hard as I can."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts onto his back, grinning at Steve, "Perfect."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"C'mere, honey," Steve growls.