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]

He groans with her, his hips snapping as he slams into her.

[golden_lyre]

Her fingers rub furiously over her clit as he moves into her.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He moves faster, his head thrown back and sweat dripping down his body.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, yes," she whines, fingers digging into his shoulder. "Almost, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He cries out, "Orpheus!" fucking her hard and fast enough that he'll be embarrassed to think about later.

[golden_lyre]

It's just what she wants, though she'll probably be sore later. Before long, she throws her head back, coming with a loud cry, body pulsing around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out at the last moment and comes on her thigh.

He leans against her, gasping for breath.

[golden_lyre]

She curls her arms around his shoulders, panting into his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sweeps her hair back from her face and whispers, "Love you, honey," as he gently kisses her mouth.

[golden_lyre]

"Love you," Orpheus murmurs against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, gazing at her through his lashes.

"Gosh, you're pretty," he murmurs, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

[golden_lyre]

She frowns a little, brow furrowing, and leans her forehead against his, eyes closing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What?" Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

She blinks her eyes open, hesitant to say anything, but they'd said they'd talk about everything, so...

"I worry you'd like me better like this. That this is what you really want."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, honey," Steve says and kisses her, holding her face. "I'd love you no matter what you looked like. And this is nice, it really is.

"But I miss your beard." He runs his fingers along her jaw.

[golden_lyre]

She smiles faintly, leaning into the touch. "I didn't just mean how I look."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What do you mean?" He kisses under her jaw.

[golden_lyre]

She tilts her head back slightly. "I mean...if I were a woman, perhaps I could give you the things you want."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sighs, leaning his forehead against her temple.

"I did think of that. I did think, What if I made you pregnant?" He swallows. "And I thought of how much I'd love to make you pregnant.

"But ... well. That would be wrong, since it's not what you want."

[golden_lyre]

She nods, fingers threading through his hair.

"Can you put me down, lovely?" she murmurs, untangling her legs from his waist.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He sets Orpheus on her feet and kisses her forehead.

[golden_lyre]

She rests a hand on her chest for a moment, then pulls back to move toward the bed, stopping by it, arms wrapped around herself.

"I think of it sometimes too. I think that you might be happier with someone who could give you that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"But then I wouldn't be with you. I've tried being without you and I don't like it. I don't want to do it again."

[golden_lyre]

She turns to face him, arms still around her middle. "Are you happy with me? Truly happy?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve goes to Orpheus and takes her hands. He kisses her palms. "Yes. Yes, I am."