OOM: Orpheus, NYC

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Now that Steve has a more solid vision of the place he'll build with Orpheus, the utilitarian apartment feels even less like home. He gives the plain walls an impatient look as he and Orpheus walk through to the bedroom.

"I'm itching to get started with renovating," he complains, "and we haven't even found the right location yet."

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm done with it," Steve murmurs, kissing him back.

[golden_lyre]

"Good," Orpheus whispers, reaching over Steve to set the bottle aside.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles against his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head to the side, fingers tangling in Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs Orpheus's neck with the tip of his nose.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers into Orpheus's ear.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers slide down the back of Steve's neck. "I want you to ride me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shivers and nods. "I want that."

[golden_lyre]

"Come on, then," Orpheus murmurs, his hand sliding down to squeeze Steve's ass.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches to him, and then hastily undoes his trousers and pushes them off.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, you are beautiful," Orpheus murmurs, sliding a hand down Steve's chest.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thank you, sweetheart," Steve answers, his eyes closing.

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his hand around the back of Steve's neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him hungrily, his hands flat on Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands move back to Steve's ass, squeezing and kneading.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Prep me?" Steve whispers as he kisses Orpheus's neck. "I want your fingers. I want your tongue."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly. "On your back, lovely," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rolls onto his back, his legs spread open.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves to settle between them, smiling down at Steve, hands trailing over Steve's legs.

"Gods...you turn me on to a ridiculous degree."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives a shaking laugh. "Good, because you do the same thing to me." He caresses Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

"Ridiculous," Orpheus repeats, kissing the inside of Steve's thigh. "Ludicrous," he adds, lips trailing upward. "Absurd. Preposterous."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs again. "Unbelievable," he agrees. "Completely...ah..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his hands under Steve's thighs, pushing them up and apart as he continues his way down.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's toes flex and curl as he inhales with a shudder.

[golden_lyre]

"Hold them," Orpheus murmurs, pushing Steve's legs up a bit more.


[ooc: running out for a bit]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his hands around his thighs obediently.


[ooc: Kaykay.]