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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Very," Steve whispers. "Do what you want with me."

[golden_lyre]

Grinning, Orpheus leans back, pushing Steve's leg up to hook it over his shoulder. He leaned forward again, stretching Steve's leg as far as he could and finally lengthening his thrusts, pushing in as deep as he could.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans deeply as his muscles stretch and his body tightens. "Orpheu, Orpheus," he chants, his head rolling on the pillow.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, my love," Orpheus gasps, muscles straining as he moves and holds Steve's leg in place.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches his body, his eyes rolling back as he shouts, coming in jets over his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out along with him, Steve's shouts rolling over him in waves, pulling his own orgasm from him as his hips snap forward hard.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, my God," Steve gasps, his chest heaving. "Orpheus, darlin'." He squeezes Orpheus with his thighs, as close to a hug as he can do at the moment.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus manages to shift enough to lower Steve's leg and bends to nuzzle along his cheek, but more than that he can't manage just yet. His breath comes in even pants against Steve's skin. "My love," he breathes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I love you," Steve says, his breath still rapid. His hands are still bound in the belt, and he relaxes his arms enough to create a little slack. He doesn't pull his hands free, though, not yet.

[golden_lyre]

"I love you," Orpheus echoes, dragging his lips along Steve's jaw and pressing a kiss behind his ear before sliding a hand up Steve's arm to his wrists.

"Ready?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He watches Orpheus's hand, and then looks back at his face. "I'm ready."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and leans down to kiss him slowly as he unloops the belt. "You did so well, lovely," he murmurs.