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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flexes his hands to get the blood flowing again, and then takes Orpheus's face in his hands and kisses him deeply. "I love pleasing you." He slides his arms around Orpheus's neck and tucks his face against Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums into the kiss, arms curling around Steve. He rests his cheek against Steve's hair. "You don't have to do it to please me, you know."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"But I like it," Steve whispers. "I like letting you do what you want with me. Sometimes I just want to..." He trails off and shakes his head. "Just be your plaything."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes a quiet, pleased sound, trailing his fingers down the back of Steve's neck. "As long as you like it," he murmurs. That's what matters to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I do." He plants a row of soft kisses along Orpheus's neck. "I do."

[golden_lyre]

He hums happily, nuzzling Steve's hair. "Good."

He keeps stroking for a long moment, then asks, "How are you feeling?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Better."

He's quiet. His thumb strokes Orpheus's shoulder.

"Sometimes I wish I could turn it off, how much I miss him. It's like...an old wound aching in the rain," he finishes with a dry huff of a laugh.

[golden_lyre]

"I know, my love," Orpheus murmurs, arms tightening around him a little.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes Orpheus's hand and kisses his palm. "So glad I have you. Otherwise I'd be so adrift."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his thumb over Steve's cheek. "You'll have me as long as I am able."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses Orpheus's hand to his face.

There are words wanting to be spoken, but he clamps his lips down to keep from saying them.

Instead he says, after a moment, "On the SHIELD paperwork I had to put down my next of kin and I put you. I hope that...I hope that's okay."


[ooc: Going out to dinner, back later.]

[golden_lyre]

There are words Orpheus is tempted to say as well that he holds back.

He leans in to press his forehead to Steve's. "Of course it is, lovely."


[ooc: Have fun!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes. "Good. Here's hopin' we'll never need it."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods willing," Orpheus murmurs, pressing a kiss to Steve's nose.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses him back without opening his eyes.

"My sweetheart," he murmurs against Orpheus's lips.