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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[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus agrees, fingers sliding through Steve's hair. "I love it when you fuck me hard."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and unbuckles Orpheus's jeans. "You'll get it, honey."

[golden_lyre]

"I know," Orpheus breathes, shifting to help Steve with his jeans. "You always give me what I need."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins at him and yanks his jeans to his thighs. He kisses Orpheus's hips as he fumbles with the laces on his boots.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus huffs out a laugh, tangling his fingers in Steve's hair, trying not to get too much in the way.


[ooc: bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve peels off the boots and jeans, and turns Orpheus onto his stomach. He kisses Orpheus's back.

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts beneath him, body arching up to the kiss. He moves to spread his legs a little for Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks down his spine, hands holding Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly in anticipation.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides his hands down to Orpheus's thighs and holds his legs further apart. He gives his hole a teasing lick before sliding in his tongue as deep as it will go.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods yes, lovely," he murmurs, lifting his hips slightly to push back to Steve's tongue.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls away to kiss the backs of Orpheus's thighs, and then pushes his tongue in again. His licks are slow and deep, quick and teasing, getting him good and wet.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus squirms under him, groaning. His hands fist in the sheets again and again, toes curling. "Steve..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve scratches Orpheus's stomach lightly.

"Yeah, honey?" he mutters into his skin.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck me," he breathes, forehead dropping onto his arms.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve drapes himself over Orpheus and slides his hands up Orpheus's arms to hold his hands. "Are you sure you're ready, love?" He rocks his still-clothed hips against Orpheus's ass.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly, arching up to Steve. "Yes," he murmurs, pushing his hips back to meet Steve's. "I'm very sure."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Beg," Steve whispers. "Beg for my cock."

[golden_lyre]

He shivers, a quiet groan in his throat as he moves, rocking his hips back. "Please. Gods, Steve. Fuck me, please..."


[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, God, I love you," Steve mutters and hauls Orpheus up. He turns Orpheus's face back to kiss him deeply.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, one arm reaching back to tangle his fingers in Steve's hair. "Love you," he gasps in return when he has to come up for air.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses the back of Orpheus's neck. He shoves down his jeans and takes out his cock, spits on his fingers and quickly makes his cock slick.

He pushes into Orpheus, hands clasped on Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus groans, loose and relaxed but still reacting to the harsh entrance. His free hand moves back to grip Steve's thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Fuck, honey," Steve whispers, stilling his hips. "Is it too much?"

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, no," Orpheus breathes, his voice taut and reedy. He shifts to let his head fall back against Steve's shoulder. "Don't stop, lovely."