[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]

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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hums, gently stroking Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

"What do you want, lovely?" Orpheus murmurs, his hand sliding between Steve's legs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hips arch up to his hand. "I want," he breathes, "I want you to fuck me. In bed, fuck me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers at the thought, nipping his throat briefly. "Gods, yes," he groans, pushing himself up and pulling Steve after him, tugging off his shirt and jacket and starting in on unbuttoning Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, getting in the way, and shrugs off his jacket.

[golden_lyre]

"You did look incredible in the suit," Orpheus murmurs between kisses, tugging Steve toward the bedroom as he discards pieces of it. "Did I tell you that?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve says with a laugh, stepping out of shoes, shrugging off his shirt. "But you can tell me it again, as many times as you want."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands move deftly to his belt, tugging it open and unfastening his trousers. "You looked incredible tonight, lovely. It was all I could do to stay to the end and not drag you off somewhere."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"If you had, I would have gone." He stops to step out of his trousers.

[golden_lyre]

"But you wouldn't have heard your song," Orpheus says quietly, arms curling around Steve's waist.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I would have eventually." He kisses Orpheus. "You can play it for me any time."

[golden_lyre]

"It's not the same," Orpheus whispers, pulling him to the bed. "There's power in performance."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lies down and pulls Orpheus onto him. "There's a piano in the bar."

[golden_lyre]

"True," Orpheus says, settling on top of him. "But I'm not supposed to play like that there."