[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 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes him onto his back and pulls Steve's legs up around his hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clings to him, legs tight around his hips.


[ooc: My Gmail seems to have crashed.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus props himself up on his elbows to watch Steve as he grinds against him, rubbing their cocks together.


[ooc: Oh noes!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's eyes are dark and wide, his lips parted, his skin flushed.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, you look beautiful," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, his lust-filled eyes on Orpheus's face.

"C'mere," he says as he pulled Orpheus close to kiss him.


[ooc: I'm getting a "save as" dialogue when I try to access the site, and emails not going to my phone. Grr. Posted to the help forum, we'll see if I hear anything.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins, bending to kiss him.


[ooc: Weird.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him deep, fingers thrust into his hair.


[ooc: I know, I've never seen anything like it.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly into the kiss, hips moving faster and harder against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clasps him tight with his legs, grinding up to meet him.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, lovely," Orpheus murmurs against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws back his head, groaning.


[ooc: From the forums it looks like a lot of people are having this problem. Swell. All my email goes to Gmail.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends and nips at his throat.


[ooc: Eep. I hope it's not spreading. I use Gmail for everything too.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's legs squeeze Orpheus's hips and his body shudders, and he comes with a shout.

[golden_lyre]

That shout pushes Orpheus over the edge, and he groans deep in his throat as he follows, hips grinding hard against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand thrusts deep into Orpheus's hair to clutch at his head, and he buries his face in Orpheus's neck.

He pants for breath, and laughs shakily. "God, darlin'."