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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[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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The taste," Steve whispers, kissing down Orpheus's hips. "The scent. The feel of you..."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes, fingers sliding into Steve's hair and down the back of his neck, across his shoulders. "Gods, I love how you love me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pauses, and then moves up to whisper, "I love you," and kisses his mouth.

[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.