OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his arm around Orpheus until they're well into the apartment. "Keep me company in the kitchen?" he says, sliding his fingers just above the waistband of Orpheus's jeans.


[ooc: Adult shenanigans within.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"There's not much reason to drink it when you can't get drunk," Steve points out. "But wine tastes okay." He licks Orpheus's lip to catch any stray drops.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles against him, hand curling around the back of Steve's neck.

"What did you mean before? About 'the rest of it'? What do you think the rest of it is?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rests his mouth against Orpheus's neck a moment.

"Living with me. Living here."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets his fingers rub over Steve's neck. "It...isn't my ideal living situation, but I would rather be here with you than in my world alone."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"But that's the problem, isn't it?" Steve says, pushing up on an elbow to look into his eyes. "If you're not happen here -- or even contented here -- then I feel like I'm failing you."

[golden_lyre]

"I didn't say I wasn't contented, lovely," he answers, fingers carding through Steve's hair. "This is what I meant. You have to give me the freedom to be sometimes unhappy. Not always, but sometimes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lies his forehead on Orpheus's chest with a sigh.

"And I hate it when you are because I can't do anything about it."

[golden_lyre]

"You can't," he agrees, rubbing his hand over Steve's back. "But you can be with me through it and still there when it's over."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So I'm not failing you?" Steve whispers. "I'm not a bad boyfriend?"

[golden_lyre]

"No. Gods, no," Orpheus murmurs, pressing a kiss to his hair. "My happiness is not solely dependent on you, and it shouldn't be."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve exhales, then kisses him, holding Orpheus's face and stroking his cheek with his thumb.

"Okay," he whispers, resting their foreheads together.

"Tell me what I can do for you right now. Name it and I'll do it."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets his eyes close, leaning into Steve's hand. "Kiss me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, slow, tender and sweet.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly into the kiss, shifting to climb into his lap. "And hold me," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles faintly and holds Orpheus around his waist, and then kisses him again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts again, straddling Steve's lap, sliding forward against him. "And then," he whispers, "you can carry me to the bed and rim me until I'm begging for your cock."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws back his head and laughs.

But then he picks up Orpheus and carries him to the bed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins, arms curling around Steve's shoulders. He bends to kiss him.


[ooc: Heading out for the evening.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, smiling, and whispers, "Can I fuck you like this later?"

[ooc: Have fun!]

[golden_lyre]

Laughing, Orpheus kisses him again. "Oh, yes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Wondrful," Steve murmurs with another kiss, and then tosses Orpheus onto the bed and climbs onto him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, arms wrapping back around Steve's shoulders. "Glad you think so, lovely," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks his hips against Orpheus's. "You know I like it like that," he murmurs, looking at Orpheus through his lashes. "Supporting you, thrusting into you, your legs wrapped around my hips..."

He slides down Orpheus's body and kisses his chest.

[golden_lyre]

"I know," he breathes, hands skating over Steve's back and shoulders. "And I love the way you fuck me when you're holding me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hard," Steve whispers as he pushes up Orpheus's shirt, and he kisses Orpheus's stomach. "You like it when I fuck you hard."