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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans. "Yes, honey," he says with a kiss to Orpheus's neck, and he shoves Orpheus's trousers down his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to help Steve get him undressed then lays back, legs parted, and reaches for Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lowers himself onto Orpheus and kisses him, deep and hungry. His mouth slides down Orpheus's throat to his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tangles his fingers into Steve's hair, groaning and arching to his mouth. "Gods, so perfect, lovely," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins at him. His tongue darts out to tease Orpheus's nipple.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, his nipples tightening as he curls a leg over Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sucks and licks Orpheus's nipples, his hands gliding over Orpheus's chest. "So delicious," he murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives a gruff laugh, writhing under Steve's hands. "So glad you like it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Your body? Always." He kisses Orpheus's stomach.

[golden_lyre]

"And the taste of it," Orpheus murmured. "Because I'm partial to your tongue on my skin."