[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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not exactly. You showed me how to do it, I should have it figured out."

[golden_lyre]

"Honestly, I'd have been offended if you were taking notes on technique."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I wasn't taking notes," Steve mutters. He wraps both hands around Orpheus's cock. "I was enjoying myself. I want you to feel that good, too."

[golden_lyre]

"You will, lovely," Orpheus says, rolling his hips lazily into Steve's grip. "It just takes time."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Is it okay if I just use my tongue and hands right now? I think I can handle that."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, of course," Orpheus says. "Do whatever is comfortable."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hip, across his lower belly and to his cock again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly in encouragement and arousal.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve likes that sound.

He tastes the tip of Orpheus's cock with his tongue and strokes him with both hands.

[golden_lyre]

"You can...mmm...play with my balls," Orpheus suggests, his breath coming a bit faster.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve draws his fingers over them, and then his tongue.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives a soft, pleased laugh. "Yes, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sucks them into his mouth, his hand still working Orpheus's cock.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hips roll up carefully to push into his hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks up at Orpheus and opens his mouth to let Orpheus's cock rub against his lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus props himself up on his elbows to watch, eyes dark. "Gods, you look amazing like this."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles at him, and then wraps his lips around the tip again, determined to make him come.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus threads his fingers through Steve's hair. "Use your tongue, lovely," he murmurs, wanting Steve to feel more comfortable with this.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks the crown and rubs it with the flat of his tongue.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes...that's good," he breathes, struggling not to thrust into Steve's mouth. He can feel his pleasure building.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves Orpheus's leg over his shoulder and touches him lightly with his fingers, as Orpheus had done to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, his toes curling. "Nearly there," he murmurs, wanting to give Steve plenty of time to decide if he wants to try and swallow or not.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Yeah, Steve isn't sure about swallowing yet. He pulls back his mouth, stroking him fast, his tongue flicking over the tip of his cock.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, fuck," Orpheus groans, hips arching up off the bed as he comes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps stroking him, letting his hand slow, and he nuzzles Orpheus's cock with his lips.