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]

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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's shoulder and picks up his rhythm again -- slow at first, until he's deep inside.


[ooc: Sorry for disappearing. Fell asleep.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, moving with him, hips encouraging Steve deeper, not quite rushing him, though he very much wants to.


[ooc: No worries!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hand over Orpheus's back as he thrusts, and then deep into his hair.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers and bends to kiss Orpheus's shoulders. "I love every one of your freckles. Every inch of your skin."

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus breathes, letting his head fall forward. "Love how you touch me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gently scratches his scalp and kisses the back of his neck, then pulls out of his body.

"C'mon. Standing."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus whines softly as Steve pulls out, but he moves with Steve to get to his feet. "Yes, lovely," he murmurs, smiling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him a bemused half-smirk, like Why are you being so obedient, master? and then takes his face in both hands and kisses him deeply.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

As they kiss Steve picks Orpheus up, encouraging Orpheus's legs to go around his waist.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus easily lifts his legs to go around Steve's waist, clinging tightly to him. "Against the wall?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, yes," Steve says and carries him to the nearest wall. He kisses Orpheus again, long and deep, as he pushes him against the wall.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans loudly as he's pinned, fingers tangling in Steve's hair. "Fuck, Steve..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hitches him up higher, and then holds him with one arm as he spits on his fingers again. His eyes never leave Orpheus's as he pushes the spittle inside.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus holds him tighter, fingers digging into Steve's shoulders, his head falling back against the wall.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes deep inside him, watching Orpheus's face and breathing through parted lips.

Finally he pulls out his fingers and guides his cock back inside.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus mutters, a sigh of satisfaction slipping from his lips. "Fuck me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve thrusts hard into him. "Is this what you want?" he all but grunts.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus groans, his voice a low, musical strain, suffused with desire and desperation.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches Orpheus as he thrusts, between kisses that are fierce and deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gasps out endearments and encouragements as he moves, unable to do much more than cling to Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

As Steve's body starts to shake he grasps Orpheus's head and buries his face in his neck.