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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[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.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses and nips lightly as he moves toward Steve's entrance.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lifts his legs, already gasping in anticipation.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his hands up Steve's stomach and teases his tongue over Steve's hole.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans, his legs shaking.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly as he pushes his tongue into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's back arches and he breaths, "Oh, yes..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus thrusts his tongue slowly, licking into Steve, occasionally pulling it out to lave over the ring of muscle.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes through parted lips, with soft, "Oh,"s and "Yeah"s.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands continue to stroke over Steve's stomach and up his chest. He pushes his tongue in as deep as he can.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches a leg over Orpheus's shoulder so he can thrust his hand into Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, lifting his head long enough to murmur, "Get the oil, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve scrambles for it, clawing at the drawer, and nearly throws the tube at Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and catches the tube. "Eager, my love?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want you in me," Steve says simply, and swallows hard.

[golden_lyre]

"I want to be in you," Orpheus replies, quickly slicking his fingers.