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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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[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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts into place, curling his legs around Steve's hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Up," Steve says, lifting him so they're chest to chest. "Like this."

[golden_lyre]

"Ah, I see," Orpheus says with a smirk, arms curling around Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's it, honey," Steve whispers and kisses his neck.

He sucks on his fingers to get them good and wet.

[golden_lyre]

"I don't need much," Orpheus murmurs, tucking his face against Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I've mentioned I don't like battering my way in, right?" Steve whispers and pushes his fingers into Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"It's not battering. Use all the lube you want, I just don't need a lot of stretching," he mutters.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve twists his fingers. "How about how this feels?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans. "It's...it's good."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah?" Steve thrusts his fingers slowly. "And this? Should I keep doing this?"

[golden_lyre]

He nips Steve's shoulder. "I'd rather have your cock..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You'll get it," Steve promises with another twist of his fingers.

[golden_lyre]

"Fucking tease," Orpheus chides with a groan.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives Orpheus one final twist and pulls out his fingers. He grasps Orpheus's hips with both hands to lift him up, and then drives into him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a low cry, head falling back. "Gods," he groans.