[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 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes a moment to settle into his rhythm and then starts to thrust hard and fast.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers scrape over Orpheus's back, and he starts to moan, "Orpheus, yes, darling, good--"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends him almost in half, hips pushing forward smoothly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts his hands on Orpheus's face and looks into his eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his eyes on Steve's, moving faster, reaching for Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head, groaning.

[golden_lyre]

"Look at me," Orpheus gasps. "I...I want you to...look at me when you come..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at him, eyes enormous and dark, lips parted.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, eyes locked with Steve's as he pushes faster, deeper.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shoves into Orpheus's hand and gasps for breath, louder and louder, until his body tenses and he comes with a shout.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his eyes on Steve's as his thrusts become more erratic. Steve's shout is enough to push him over the edge as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lowers his legs and wraps him arms around Orpheus's neck, to pull him close enough to kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him deeply.