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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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Steve wraps an arm around him and holds his head so he can kiss his mouth.

Orpheus kisses him deeply, fingers tangling in Steve's hair.

Steve moans into the kiss, clasping Orpheus more tightly to him.

Orpheus pulls back slightly, forehead pressed against Steve's. "You...you said as hard as you can..."

Steve groans and kneels up. He buries his face in Orpheus's neck and thrusts into him, fast and hard, all thoughts of slow left far behind.

"Yes, fuck!" Orpheus shouts, clinging to Steve, moving with him as well as he can in this position.

Steve kisses his neck and growls in his ear, "Tell me how it feels."

"Perfect," Orpheus gasps. "It feels perfect. You feel...I feel yours."

Steve pulls back and looks at him, stunned. He whispers, "Mine?"

"Yes, yours." His legs tighten around Steve's waist. "When you take me like this...I know I'm yours."

"Sweetheart," Steve whispers and kisses him deeply, one hand thrust into his hair.

Orpheus groans into the kiss, fingernails raking across Steve's back.

[ooc: Just had to share this.]

Steve lays Orpheus on his back, trembling. "Ready for more?"

[ooc: Eee hee hee.]

"Yes," he whispers, nuzzling Steve's face. "Please."

Steve kisses him, quickly smears more lube on his cock, and shoves into him.

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, arms wrapping tightly around Steve again.

Steve wraps a trembling hand around Orpheus's cock.

"It's okay," Orpheus mumbles. "It's okay. I can come like this..."

"Are you sure?" Steve whispers as he kisses along Orpheus's jaw.

"Yes...gods, I want to..."

Steve lets him go and plants his hands on either side of Orpheus's head. "Hang on," is all the warning he gives.

He holds nothing back.

Orpheus clings to him, fingers digging in to his back and shoulders, moaning long and loud.

Steve's cries are long and loud as well.

Orpheus babbles against Steve's throat. "Please...gods...Steve..." His toes curl, and his back arches sharply, and he cries out as he starts to come.

"Yes, honey, yes," Steve groans with him, his body shaking as he comes.