[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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his hips back. One hand is still scraping and scratching the shower wall.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans at that. He desperately wants to open Steve up and drive into him. Instead he pulls himself to his feet, pressing himself up against Steve's back. He tugs Steve's hips back a little from the wall.

"Keep your thighs together," he murmurs, lips at Steve's ear.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods, breathing through his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips lightly at his throat and lines himself up to push his cock between Steve's thighs, letting out a low groan.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whimpers and reaches for Orpheus's hip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus starts to thrust slowly, his cock sliding between Steve's thighs. He buries his face in Steve's neck and slides his hand around to grasp his erection.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head, seeking Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him hungrily, his hips moving faster, hand gripping tighter.