[OOM: Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

In the past twelve hours, Steve has been dressed for exactly two of them. he and Orpheus have slept, lounged, talked, necked (and more, wink wink), ate and slept some more. He's listened to Orpheus hum and even sing a little, and he's watched Orpheus sleep and stroked his hair, and felt equally happy doing both.

This has been one of the ... best days of Steve's life.



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes the small of his back, fingers lightly scratching the base of his spine.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus teases his tongue along Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm not the only insatiable one," Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

"That," Orpheus murmurs, "is because I am a dirty old man, and you are far too much temptation for me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, flattered and pleased. "Am I bad for you, that I'm a temptation?"

[golden_lyre]

"No," Orpheus whispers, kissing along Steve's jaw. "You are good for me, much too good for me, Galahad."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm just good enough, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"If you say so." He doesn't believe that for a moment, but he's not about to argue right now. He'd much rather suck on the skin behind Steve's ear.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shivers, fingers digging into Orpheus's biceps, and softly moans.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nibbles his way down Steve's neck, his hands sliding over Steve's back slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans with pleasure, his fingers kneading Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rolls his hips forward slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches in response, his feet curling around Orpheus's calves.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly, licking and nipping his way along Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I've lost count of how many times we've come today," Steve whispers, "and I still want to again."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers at that, giving a low chuckle. "So do I, lovely." He nips sharply at Steve's shoulder, his hips pressing insistently against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs against him and kisses his face. "Orpheus?" he whispers. "If you want to use your fingers, you can."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans at that.

"I want to, lovely. But we should really wait until they heal completely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Damn," says Steve with feeling. "I didn't even think about that."

[golden_lyre]

"Soon," Orpheus promises, leaning up to kiss him firmly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes. Yes, please."

He wraps his arms around Orpheus's neck, kissing him deep and wet and hot.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grips Steve's ass firmly, grinding against him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his legs around Orpheu's hips and grinds back, trying to give as good as he's getting.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sucks Steve's lip between his teeth, shifting to find an angle that works for both of them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve spreads his legs wider.