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 pulls him gently into the room. Once the door is closed he turns to Steve with a faint smile, tugging him close, arms curling around him. He doesn't know what he can do to help Steve through this, but he wants to do what he can.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's face and strokes his cheekbones with his thumbs.

"Tell me something good."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums a little, fingers stroking up Steve's fine. "I love you," he begins, voice low and soothing. "And we are beginning a life together. Looking to the future."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh," Steve murmurs, "that's the best thing." He kisses Orpheus gently, arms sliding around his neck.

[golden_lyre]

"It is," Orpheus agrees, murmuring against his lips.

"What do you need tonight?" he asks softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You," Steve whispers. "Inside me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him again, slowly. "I can do that," he murmurs, pulling Steve toward the bed.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve follows him, docile, keeping his arms around Orpheus as they go.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus trails his lips along Steve's jaw and nuzzles behind his ear. "How do you need it?" he asks, tugging up Steve's shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes and tips back his head. "I want you to take control of me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at the corner of his jaw, pulling back only to tug Steve's shirt up over his head and then moving back in. "Do you want me to tie you up again?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods, his eyes wide.

"Yes, please."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him deeply. "I'm not sure what we can use here," he murmurs against Steve's lips, fingers trailing slowly down his chest to his waistband, "but I'll find something."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"My belt?" Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

Grinning, Orpheus curls his fingers into the belt in question. "So smart, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles a little, faintly blushing, and pulls the belt out of the loops.

[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."