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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[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."

[golden_lyre]

"You are perfect, my love," he breathes in response, curling his hands around Steve's wrists and tugging them up over his head to loop Steve's belt around them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, his hips arching up. His hands are slack in the loops.

"I want to be perfect for you."

[golden_lyre]

"You are," Orpheus murmurs, bending to kiss him slowly as he secures the other end of the belt to the headboard. "You always are."

His lips trail down Steve's neck and along his shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is tense for a moment, then quashes it as Orpheus kisses him so gently.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful," Orpheus murmurs, tongue and lips dragging over Steve's skin. "Perfect," he continues, almost a mantra. "Mine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yours," Steve whispers, fervent as a desperate prayer. "All yours."

[golden_lyre]

"Mine," Orpheus repeats, pressing a kiss to the center of Steve's chest. "And I take care of what's mine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets out a shivering exhale. His fingers clutch each other restlessly.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus drags his mouth down Steve's chest and stomach, letting his teeth scrape a little.


[ooc: Sleep well!]