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 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.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve caresses Orpheus's cheek, and then begins to move.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides a hand up Steve's chest, his hips rolling up to meet Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve places his hand over Orpheus's. His head falls back as he rides Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus murmurs encouragements, keeping a hand firmly on Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans loudly, stroking Orpheus's hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hand slides slowly down Steve's chest to reach for his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, darlin', please," Steve moans, tangling their fingers together around his cock.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes him firmly, hips pushing up to Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rides him faster. Sweat pours down his body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, fingers gripping Steve's hip tighter, hand moving faster on his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts to gasp, "Orpheus, Orpheus," as his hand moves down Orpheus's arm to clumsily grasp his wrist.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus groans. "Lovely...come on," he gasps, pushing up harder into Steve's heat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cries out, his body arching, as he comes in Orpheus's hand.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gasps, thrusting up hard a few more times before spilling into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slows his hips to ride out Orpheus's orgasm.

When he finally comes to a stop he curls on top of Orpheus, his head tucked under Orpheus's chin.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his arms around Steve, looping them behind his back. Humming a soft, soothing song, he presses a kiss to Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve purrs happily and softly kisses Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his fingers lightly along Steve's spine, humming low, affection and contentment in the tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Love you, music man," Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

"Love you too," Orpheus murmurs, kissing his hair again.