[OOM: Orpheus - after the release party]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The record label is putting Orpheus up for the night in a hotel near Central Park. No one looks twice when Orpheus is accompanied by the young man in a striped suit, not that questions would drive Steve from Orpheus's side anyway.

There's champagne and a fruit basket from the hotel, and once Steve has put the LP safely with his luggage, he snags an apple--the food at the party was good but tiny, and he's hungry again--and gets comfortable on the brocade couch as he has a bite and loosens his tie.

It's been something of an overwhelming night.


[ooc: Adult content within.]

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[golden_lyre]

"Suck me off?" Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods, his hand still moving steadily over Orpheus's cock, and kisses him fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, arms wrapping around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve unzips Orpheus's trousers and slides his hand along the smooth skin of his lower belly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes up to his touch, his skin flushed and warm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's mouth a few more times, and then slides off the couch and onto his knees. He works Orpheus's trousers down his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to help him, toeing off his shoes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and pulls off his trousers completely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins down at him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hips and smiles back. "If you want to come in my mouth, do it," he whispers, and then wraps his hand around Orpheus's cock and guides it between his lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans quietly, fingers curling around Steve's shoulder. "Gods, I love your mouth."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's arm, his eyes closed in bliss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his fingers into Steve's hair, his hips arching slightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides him deeper, sucking carefully. His hand slides up Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arches into the touch, humming quietly, a low, sensual tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve touches him, strokes him, sucks him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus watches his face, his fingers gripping Steve's shoulder a bit harder. "Fuck, lovely," he murmurs. "Just about..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes him deep as he can, his face buried in Orpheus's groin, his hair brushing Orpheus's belly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers tighten in Steve's hair, and he breathes out his name as he comes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swallows, stroking Orpheus's stomach, and then pulls over and wipes his mouth.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tugs him up, panting softly. "Kiss me, lovely," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, holding Orpheus's face inhis hands.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his arms around Steve's waist, kissing him firmly, shifting to push Steve onto his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves onto his back, legs parting to wrap around Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him deeply, his lips moving along Steve's jaw and down his throat.