Halloween [Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve carries Orpheus into their room, nuzzling Orpheus's face and paying little attention to the path he takes.

He sets Orpheus carefully on the bed with one more long kiss. When he pulls away he whispers, "Gosh, you're pretty, sweetheart."

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes." He smiles at her and sweeps his thumb over a nipple. "May I kiss you here?"

[golden_lyre]

Goosebumps rise on her skin as he touches her. "You may kiss me wherever you like, my love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He kisses her mouth lightly, and then slides his lips down her neck to her chest, and takes her nipple in his mouth.

[golden_lyre]

She moans softly, the sound just as musical in a different register. Her hand moves to his hair, fingers tangling in it.

"Gods, yes..."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his hands around her waist and sets about making love to her breasts with his tongue and lips.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, arching toward his mouth. "Ah, my love..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Your skin is so sweet," he whispers as he kisses her stomach.

[golden_lyre]

"And what is it normally?" she asks softly, fingers carding through her hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks up at her. "Different," he says simply. "A different sort of sweet." He traces the flare of her hip.

[golden_lyre]

"Different," she murmurs, trailing her fingers down the back of his neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not a bad sort of different," Steve says anxiously, looking into her eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' brow furrows at that. "A good sort of different?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's like making love to you for the first time."

[golden_lyre]

"It is, in a way," Orpheus concedes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Exactly," Steve murmurs, stroking her side. "It's you, but it's not you. I know you, but I don't know your body."

[golden_lyre]

She drags her toes up Steve's side slowly. "Now is the time to learn."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He smiles and whispers, "I always was a quick study," as he works her dress down her hips.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, I remember," Orpheus breathes, lifting her hips to help him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tosses her dress aside and runs his fingertips up her leg, her hip, her waist.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers under his touch, arching toward his hands.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He kisses her lower belly, then murmurs, "You know, I think I know what to do here," as he parts her thighs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus easily lets her legs fall open for him. "If you need pointers, I might be able to remember a thing or two..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I thought I might feel my way for a bit..."

He licks her inner thigh.

[golden_lyre]

She hums softly, fingers tangling in his hair. "By all means, continue."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes'm."

His first touch is tentative, gentle, just the tip of his tongue.