OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his hand on Orpheus's back as they go upstairs -- to a new room, unused by either of them. He's quiet, too, his thoughts still on the Russian-speaking man downstairs.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve follows him, docile, keeping his arms around Orpheus as they go.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus trails his lips along Steve's jaw and nuzzles behind his ear. "How do you need it?" he asks, tugging up Steve's shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes and tips back his head. "I want you to take control of me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at the corner of his jaw, pulling back only to tug Steve's shirt up over his head and then moving back in. "Do you want me to tie you up again?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods, his eyes wide.

"Yes, please."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him deeply. "I'm not sure what we can use here," he murmurs against Steve's lips, fingers trailing slowly down his chest to his waistband, "but I'll find something."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"My belt?" Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

Grinning, Orpheus curls his fingers into the belt in question. "So smart, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles a little, faintly blushing, and pulls the belt out of the loops.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans in to kiss his neck, running his hands up Steve's arms.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve visibly exhales, his mouth going slack.

He remembers himself after a moment, and hands Orpheus the belt. His jeans sag at the waist without it.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes the belt in one hand, the other moving to Steve's crotch, groping him blatantly.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gasps. His eyes focus on Orpheus's face, and his chest heaves a little faster.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

For a moment, Orpheus just rubs his palm over the line of Steve's cock through his pants, holding Steve's gaze.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches and inhales, holding Orpheus's gaze right back.

[golden_lyre]

"You're so beautiful," Orpheus murmurs, smiling a bit. "So lovely like this."

His fingers curl back into Steve's waistband, and he tugs him toward the bed again, working open the button and zipper as he goes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I love that you think so," Steve murmurs, going where Orpheus pulls him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus turns them at the bed, tugging Steve's pants down and giving him a gentle shove. "I'm sure I'm not the only one."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve falls back on the bed and looks at Orpheus, his lips parted. "I know you're not. You know you're not. It doesn't matter. You're the only one for me."

[golden_lyre]

"I know," Orpheus says softly, smiling down at him as he climbs onto the bed, straddling Steve's hips. "And that makes it so much better."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at Orpheus through his lashes and puts his hands on Orpheus's chest. "Will you kiss me?"

[golden_lyre]

"Always, my love," he murmurs, bending to kiss Steve slowly.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises his head to meet him, and his hands slide up Orpheus's chest to his shoulders.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

For a long moment, Orpheus just kisses him, hands braced on either side of Steve's shoulders, keeping the kiss slow and easy before finally pulling back to smile down at Steve. "Ready?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm ready," Steve murmurs, his eyes dark and slightly unfocused. "Do what you want with me."