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 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!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets out a soft, "Ah, ah," type of moan and his stomach trembles. His legs shift restlessly.

[golden_lyre]

Humming softly against Steve's skin, Orpheus mouths along his hip, nipping sharply at the bone before moving back to trace the muscles in his abdomen with his tongue.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, God," Steve says faintly. His face is slack with bliss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums a bit louder, a low tune of desire, his tongue moving along to the curve of Steve's hip, along the top of his thigh.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hardly needs the help -- his nipples and cock are hard, his body is started to dot with perspiration, his toes curl in anticipation.

[golden_lyre]

It's more a release for Orpheus than anything else. His mouth keeps moving, teeth scraping along the inside of Steve's thigh, hands moving to ease Steve's legs apart, stroking over his thighs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve parts his legs with a faint whimper. He caresses Orpheus's side with his toes.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, my love," Orpheus murmurs against his skin, breathless. "You are perfect."

His tongue slides up Steve's leg until it laves over his balls.