OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Should we have made a libation with this before we started drinking?" Steve asks quietly, smiling, as they climb the stairs.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans into the kiss. "I love you," he murmurs into Steve's mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

As they kiss, Steve rolls his hips against Orpheus's slowly. His hands grasp Orpheus's thighs to push them higher and wider.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves easily under his hands, shifting to raise his hips slightly. He hums his desire against Steve's lips, moving in rhythm with him.


[ooc: Sleep well!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls away enough to spit on his fingers. He keeps his eyes fixed on Orpheus's as he works his first two fingers into Orpheus's body.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, yes," Orpheus groans, fingers digging into Steve's shoulders.


[ooc: So...January ate me. Completely. I'm so sorry for disappearing!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles even deeper, fingers opening Orpheus slow and careful.

(Rough can come later.)


[ooc: 's okay. I know you've been busy.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is perfectly fine with slow and careful. For now.

He curls a hand around the back of Steve's neck, tugging him down for a kiss.



[ooc: <333]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, his mouth open, and only breaks it off to whisper, "Ready for me, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives a soft, breathless laugh. "I'm always ready for you, my love," he mutters, shifting his hips up again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You know what I mean," Steve murmurs with a kiss to Orpheus's forehead, and reaches over him for the oil to make himself slick.

[golden_lyre]

"I know," Orpheus agrees, sliding a hand slowly down Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve positions himself between Orpheus's thighs ad grasps his hips. He slides in with a shuddering sigh.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, fingers digging in again, leaving marks on Steve's shoulders for just a moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve exhales a laugh against Orpheus's lips, and then kisses him, sweet and deep.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly into the kiss, his hips shifting, encouraging Steve to move.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve does, just a tiny teasing thrust, his hand in Orpheus's hair and his tongue in Orpheus's mouth.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes, pushing back to meet him. "More, lovely...."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him again and rolls his hips deeper.

[golden_lyre]

"Perfect," Orpheus murmurs, tangling his fingers in Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Perfect, huh?" Steve kisses Orpheus's neck, his rhythm still easy and gentle.