[oom: with orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[Previously.]

No sketchbook this time to ease their way with each other. No melancholy, either, and Orpheus is steady on his feet as they climb the stairs.

Steve thinks idly that he should get a room of his own sometime. Meantime, he likes Orpheus's--the simplicity of it, the memories.

Especially the memories.


[ooc: Adult content within.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus opens the door for Steve, ushering him inside and setting his guitar against the wall. He turns to Steve with a smile.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve crosses the room and takes Orpheus's head in his hands, and kisses him firmly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps his arms around Steve, easily returning the kiss, pressing against him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want your hands on me so much," Steve whispers as he kisses Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans quietly, tilting his head to the side. He starts unbuttoning Steve's shirt.

"How much, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So much I--" His lips meet the wounds on Orpheus's neck, and he pauses a moment before kissing them tenderly.

He then picks up Orpheus and tosses him onto the bed, and climbs on top of him.

"This much," he growls and lowers his body onto Orpheus's.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes an entirely undignified noise of surprise at that, and hes arms curl immediately around Steve.

"Fuck," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles lowly as he kisses Orpheus's chest through his shirt.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers at that, shifting to pull his shirt off before starting again on Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes himself up so he can watch Orpheus's hands.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gets Steve's shirt off and tosses it to the side, he watches Steve's face with darkened eyes as he trails his hands over Steve's chest, then gives his shoulder a shove to push him onto his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a soft, "oof!" and then grins up at him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins right back, climbing on top of Steve, straddling his hips and running a hand slowly over his chest and stomach.

"Turn over," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swallows hard and obeys, resting his head on his crossed arms.

[golden_lyre]

"Relax," Orpheus whispers, bending to kiss the back of Steve's neck. "I'm not going to do anything you're not ready for, lovely."

He slides his fingers over Steve's back, tracing the muscles and running his lips down Steve's spine.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know," he whispers, and then exhales a soft, "Ohhhh," of pleasure as Orpheus touches him.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods," Orpheus murmurs, watching the play of muscle under Steve's skin. He slides up to press a kiss behind his ear. "You make me wish I were an artist."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, already breathing hard. "Sing me sometime."

[golden_lyre]

"I will," he whispers, though he suspects Steve's song won't be very much about his appearance.

He slides down Steve's body again, dropping light kisses over his skin until he gets to Steve's waistband. He pauses a moment, fingers tracing over Steve's spine.

"Turn over again," he murmurs after a moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve does so, giving Orpheus a hungry look from under his lashes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses a kiss to his belly, tongue flicking out to tease over his navel. Glancing quickly up at Steve, he bends his head to nuzzle along the line of his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve exhales shakily and thrusts his hand into Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums as he slowly works Steve's trousers open, tugging them down. It's a slow, sensual tune, like the caress of a lover.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's stomach trembles. His eyes are dark, enough that he looks--and feels--almost drugged. He touches Orpheus's face with his fingertips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls his shorts down next, bending to drag his tongue along Steve's hip where it curves into his thigh. Steve had said he wanted Orpheus' hands on him, so he strokes his palms up Steve's sides as he licks and kisses over his skin.