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]

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.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, yes," he groans. "Come on, lovely. Come for me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans into his skin, the movement of his hips fast and hard for a moment or two or five, until he slows and stops.

"God," he whispers, leaning into Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus clings to him, panting, so close to coming it hurts.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles his face. "How do you want to come, honey?" he whispers, fingers trailing down Orpheus's stomach.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Like this," he gasps. "With you in me." He buries his face in Steve's neck. "Use your hand?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hair and wraps a hand around his cock. He gives a slow rock of hips as he begins stroking Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans deep in his throat, one hand curled around the back of Steve's neck, fingers digging into his skin. "Yes, lovely..." he gasps, breathless and desperate.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's neck. His hand picks up speed as he rocks his hips, deep into Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, fuck," he growls, grip tightening as he comes with a soft shout, muffled by Steve's skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes him through his orgasm, murmuring, "Yes, honey, that's it, that's my lovely Orpheus..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pants into his neck, whining softly, arms nearly going slack.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles Orpheus for a moment, then licks come from his hand. "You feel okay, sweetheart?"

[golden_lyre]

Laughing softly, Orpheus nods. "Yeah," he says eventually. "Better."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles faintly and kisses him, and then gently pulls out. "Can you stand?"

[golden_lyre]

He smiles as well. "If I say no, will you carry me?"


[ooc: Bedtime.]