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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[golden_lyre]

She whimpers softly, taking a moment to catch her breath. "Stop," she murmurs. "At least for now."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses her stomach as he gently pulls his fingers out.

[golden_lyre]

She hums softly and tugs at his hair a bit. "Come here, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He settles into her arms and holds her face in his palm.

[golden_lyre]

She leans up to kiss him, hand curled around the back of his neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses her, trying not to drag his cock against her thigh.

...rather unsuccessfully.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly and pushes against Steve's cock. "Problem, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He shudders and says breathlessly, "Oh, that?"


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"Mm, yes," Orpheus murmurs, rubbing her thigh against him. "That."


[ooc: Good night!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's eyes flutter closed. "Whatever you want me to do, I'll do."

[golden_lyre]

"You've already done that, lovely," Orpheus breathes, her lips pressed against his ear. "What do you want?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels up, pulling Orpheus with him. "Take you -- fuck you -- hard, like this."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps her arms around Steve's shoulders, pressing against him. "Do it, my love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes into her slowly, his teeth sinking into his lip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, forehead pressed to Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay, honey?" Steve whispers. He shifts one hand to support her, the other cupping the back of her head.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus breathes, shifting to wrap her legs around his waist. "Yeah, that's perfect."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses her as he begins to thrust.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rocks with him as well as she can.


[ooc: Sleep well!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He kisses her everywhere he can, breasts, face, shoulders, neck.

[golden_lyre]

She moans softly, fingers sliding into his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He buries his face in her neck, breathing harshly against her skin.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, my love," she murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He reaches out a hand to grasp the headboard for balance, his hips still moving in short, sharp jerks.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps an arm curled around his shoulders, reaching her free hand between them, fingers seeking out her clit. "More," she whispers, leaning back. "Please."