[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' 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grabs Orpheus's head to keep kissing him, making soft desperate sounds, shoving his cock into Orpheus's hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hips slap into Steve's ass, pushing him into his hand as well. He nips at Steve's lips, groaning low in his throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts moaning louder, his rhythm erratic.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, his voice breathless. "Almost there."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve groans, "almost--"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans loudly, his hips stuttering, jerking forward as he starts to come, teeth closing around his shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand slaps the wall and he comes with a low sound almost like pain.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hips gradually slow, and he nuzzles Steve's shoulder, kissing the marks left by his teeth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's hair clumsily.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums happily into his skin. After a moment, he pulls away with a groan, smiling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns to look at him and leans heavily against the wall.

"Wow."

[golden_lyre]

"Not bad, hm?" Orpheus asks, leaning in to kiss him.