[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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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus mouths over his hip, nipping at the bone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head and closes his eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses along the line of his hip, nuzzling the inside of his thigh.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"orpheus," Steve moans softly, his hand combing through Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at his skin, humming a soft tune of desire.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's soft sounds may be less musical but they mean the same thing.

[golden_lyre]

And Orpheus loves them. His hands stroke up Steve's thighs and around his hips, his lips teasing between Steve's legs, steering clear of his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes slow and deep, tiny whimpers escaping now and then.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus drags his tongue up the curve of Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

An "Ohhhh...." escapes him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles darkly, lips following the path of his tongue in reverse.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers flex against Orpheus's scalp.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back and tugs on Steve's hip. "Turn around," he rumbles.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns without question, his palms pressing flat to the wall.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses Steve's ass and then nips at it playfully.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a helpless sound and presses his forehead to the wall.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus carefully parts his cheeks and leans in, licking between them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve scratches the wall, with a soft, "Oh, God..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles again at that, tongue teasing over the puckered skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches back to clutch at Orpheus's head.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' tongue licks and teases and eventually, carefully pushes into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws his head back and groans.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums his appreciation, a slow roll of arousal echoing in the shower.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus, Orpheus, that's, God, good," Steve babbles.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands knead Steve's ass slowly, his tongue pushing in and pulling out slowly.