[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 laughs, squirming.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins and nips his pec lightly, moving up to kiss Steve's lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's face as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands keep sliding over Steve's skin slowly, caressing whatever they can reach.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shivers and pushes into his hands, kissing him eagerly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tugs him a bit closer, tugging Steve's lip between his teeth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him harder and more fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, his hips pushing forward against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whispers, "Again, sweetheart?" as he legs slide around Orpheus's waist.

[golden_lyre]

"Mm, yes," Orpheus murmurs. "Think I can manage it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm, yes, please, yes."

[golden_lyre]

"You want me in you again?" Orpheus breathes. "Want me to take you?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods against Orpheus's neck. "Hard."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, reaching for the lube again. "Fuck..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a hungry noise, watching his hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slicks his fingers quickly and reaches between Steve's legs to open him again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve opens his legs wide and pushes up his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses his fingers into him, twisting and stretching.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grabs Orpheus's shoulders for leverage as he fucks himself on Orpheus's fingers.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, I love to watch you like this," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles absently, too caught up in sensation to speak.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls his hand back to slick his cock, desperate to bury himself inside Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hooks his legs over Orpheus's shoulders, nearly whining with need.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles into place and pushes into him, groaning.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds him by the biceps, rocking his body to take Orpheus into him.