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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Good," Steve mutters, "we're on the same page," and frames his legs around Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"Very definitely," Orpheus murmurs, reaching between his legs to press two slick fingers into him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grunts, his eyelids fluttering.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his free hand around Steve's knee, fingers curling and thrusting, scissoring to stretch Steve faster.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gasps, lifting his hips to Orpheus's hand.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus murmurs. "So hot."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs breathily. "You gonna fuck me," he growls, "or just keep fingering me?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins. "You wanted my fingers," he reminds Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans helplessly. "I want your cock," he begs. "Please fuck me, Orpheus."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends over him, kissing him deeply as he pulls his fingers out and moves to slick his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets his legs sprawl open, watching Orpheus through his lashes. His hands grip the duvet restlessly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles and shakes his head, moving onto his own back. "You're riding me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Right, yeah," Steve says and moves onto him. He takes Orpheus's cock in his hand and gives him a few hard strokes.

He raises his hips and guides Orpheus into him.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, his hands moving to Steve's hips. "Love you."


[ooc: Bedtime.]