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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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"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.

Orpheus comes long and hard, and when he's spent, he pants beneath Steve, gasping as he catches his breath.

Steve collapses onto him, breathing hard.

"I love you," he whispers and kisses Orpheus's shoulder.

"I love you," Orpheus murmurs, his legs slowly falling from around Steve's waist.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

Steve rolls off him, spent, limbs loose.

[ooc: Good night!]

Orpheus smiles and turns his head to look at Steve, too relaxed to move more than that.

[ooc: Going to be doing some reading/writing today, so may not get many tags in.]

Steve smiles back and touches his cheek.

"Wanna skip surfing?"

[ooc: Kaykay.]

Orpheus lays his hand over Steve's.

"Kind of feel like I'm surfing now..."