[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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve caresses his hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss him again, slow and sweet.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans, his hands tracing over Orpheus's back again.


[ooc: Need to run a quick errand. Back in about 20 min.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets his hands wander over Steve's skin, humming against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches his body up to Orpheus's, lazily sliding their skin together.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses over his face slowly, reaching for the nightstand where he'd put the lube earlier.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches Orpheus's hand with heavy-lidded eyes, and then turns onto his stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss his shoulder, squeezing some of the lube onto his fingers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches back to touch his hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nuzzles the back of his neck, reaching down to tease his fingers over Steve's entrance.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gasps and opens his legs wider.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses a finger into him. "That's it, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes back to take him deeper.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus runs his nose along Steve's hairline. He twists and curls his finger a moment before adding another, working quickly to get Steve ready for him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grunts as Orpheus opens him, his hands clenching.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, Steve," Orpheus murmurs. "I want you..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm ready," Steve breathes and turns over again, his legs sprawled open, his body slick with sweat and his cock throbbing. "Oh, God, I'm ready."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus looks down at him with dark eyes, gaze sliding over him. "Fuck, you are gorgeous," he murmurs, bending to kiss Steve as he settles between his legs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his arms around Orpheus and kisses him hungrily. His thighs press against Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes into him slowly, one hand curling around his thigh.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's body arches and he swallows hard, panting for breath.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, nipping at Steve's lip. He starts to move very, very slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tongue darts out to touch Orpheus's mouth.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes himself up to look at Steve as he moves, hips rolling in a smooth, easy rhythm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's face is flushed, damp with perspiration; his eyes are dark and hazy with lust; he breathes through an open mouth, teeth sinking sometimes into his lower lip.