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 chuckles softly around him. His fingers move to tease over Steve's nipples at the same time his mouth moves to drag his tongue up the length of Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's entire body shudders, and he exhales hoarsely, "Jesus, Orpheus."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins up at him and then wraps his lips around the tip, sucking hard. As he does, he hums a little again, coaxing the lube closer so he can slick his fingers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks up into his mouth, lips parted, his fingers curling into his palms.

[golden_lyre]

Once his fingers are coated, Orpheus shifts to let Steve push into his mouth, bringing his hand around to rub over Steve's entrance slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh," Steve breathes, "oh, darlin'..." He opens his legs wider, lifting his knees, silently begging for more.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps teasing him, his tongue pressing just under the head of his cock. He takes Steve a little deeper, humming around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans Orpheus's name, his hands clenches and twisting inside the looped belts. His legs tremble. His cock pulses against Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slowly pulls his mouth off, looking up at Steve's face as he rubs just a little harder, not pushing in just yet. "Gods, I love the way you look right now, the way you sound."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want you so much," Steve whispers. "I want to satisfy you."

[golden_lyre]

"And you will, my love," Orpheus murmurs, flicking his tongue over the tip of Steve's cock and pushing a finger into him. "You always do."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cries out, his body arching.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works him open quickly, keeping his mouth on Steve's cock as he does, licking and sucking, teasing over the tip and down the shaft.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hands tense as his body rocks, his hips pushing to Orpheus's fingers, his cock pushing into Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

When he's sure Steve is stretched enough, Orpheus lifts his head with a smile. "Not like that, lovely," he murmurs, his voice gruff as he pulls his hand away and pulls himself upright.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve writhes, his toes curling. "How, then, love?"

[golden_lyre]

"Not until I'm inside you," Orpheus says roughly, settling on his knees between Steve's legs, lifting his hips up to settle them in his lap.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his legs around Orpheus's waist. "Yes, please, yes."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus quickly slicks his cock, bending to kiss Steve as he lines up and slowly pushes in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans into his mouth, his legs tightening around Orpheus's waist.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, my love," he murmurs, lips still against Steve. "Gods, you feel incredible.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So do you," Steve whispers. "Kiss me, please kiss me."

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Bending almost in half, Orpheus leans down to kiss him, humming affection and desire against his lips. (Love and lust, really, deeper than the other.) His hips roll forward in short, sharp thrusts.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him desperately, trying to take him in deeper with his hips and legs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his thrusts short for now, but he pulls back from the kiss with a gasp and runs his hand down Steve's leg to his thigh. "How flexible are you feeling, lovely?" he asks, voice pitched low and breathless.