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]

"You think the other gods don't appreciate pleasure as an offering?" he asks, tugging Steve toward the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"From what I know of mythology, I'd have to say no."

He lets himself fall onto to the bed.

"But I've never let that stop me."

[golden_lyre]

"Anything that is good may be dedicated to the gods," Orpheus says, tugging his shirt off before crawling over Steve on the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands up Orpheus's chest. "I'd rather worship you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits up with a frown. "Don't. Not even in jest."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve frowns too, confused, but just murmurs, "Okay, honey. Not even in jest." He kisses Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

It takes a moment, but Orpheus relaxes again, letting his fingers slide into Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So beautiful," Steve whispers as he kisses. "Lovely Orpheus, sweet Orpheus."

[golden_lyre]

"Steve," Orpheus murmurs, hooking his fingers under Steve's chin to tilt his face up so he can kiss him on his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, hands spread over Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arches toward him, shifting to settle himself onto Steve's lap. He tugs at Steve's shirt, eager to get it off.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets go of Orpheus just long enough to shrug off his shirt, one shoulder at a time.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss along the line of Steve's shoulder, his fingers stroking slowly over his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head with a soft hum of pleasure, and his fingers stroke through Orpheus's hair and down the back of his neck.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful, my love," Orpheus murmurs, lips pressing into the hollow of Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's answering chuckle is a low rumble. He lies back, drawing Orpheus with him, his hands sliding down Orpheus's back and into the waistband of his jeans.

Softly, "Kiss me."

[golden_lyre]

"Happily," Orpheus murmurs, leaning up to capture Steve's lips with his, his hips rolling forward slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve opens his mouth to kiss Orpheus deeply, his hips rising to meet Orpheus's.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans quietly into Steve's mouth, hands stroking over his chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles again, his hands sweeping over Orpheus's back. His kisses are hungry and gentle at once.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus responds in kind, gradually letting his hands trail lower, finding their way to Steve's trousers and deftly unfastening them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches his hips with a groan.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' lips trail down Steve's throat as he works Steve's trousers open, sliding a hand inside.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm, yes," Steve breathes, and he gets to work opening Orpheus's trousers in response.

<[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck me?" Orpheus murmurs into Steve's skin, his hips pushing into Steve's hand.