OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has had a busy day--busier than he anticipated, in fact, and he'd rather go back to base fresh than worn out.

And he has the key Orpheus gave him.

So it's one supersoldier, one sleepy shower and a solid eight hours later, who's asleep in Orpheus's bed.



[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

"Gods," Orpheus murmurs, hips flexing, toes curling. His fingers tighten in Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his arms around Orpheus's hips and takes him as deep as he can.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus gasps. "Stop..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls off and wipes his mouth. "Too much, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

"Gonna come if you keep that up."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want you good and ready." He grins mischievously.

[golden_lyre]

"I'm so very ready, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm not." Still mischievous. "Plan to do anything about that?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins up at him and moves quickly to get Steve onto his back. "I have a few ideas, yeah."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's legs sprawl open and he stretches out his arms.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits back and slowly trails one hand down Steve's chest, the other reaching for the oil in his nightstand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him through his lashes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss him lightly, then slides down his body, lips trailing along his chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rumbles with pleasure.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves steadily lower, eventually settling between Steve's legs, lips and tongue teasing around his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches up to him with a low moan.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus licks back further, pressing his tongue into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, yes," Steve breathes, pushing up his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his hands around Steve's thighs, tongue working as deep into Steve as he can manage.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's head thrashes, and his hands grip the sheets.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slicks his fingers, lifting his head to work them into Steve, carefully stretching him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ohh," Steve moans and shifts his hips.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, I love the noises you make," Orpheus murmurs, twisting and curling his fingers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles hazily. "You bring them out in me."

[golden_lyre]

"I know," Orpheus says with a faintly smug smirk. "You're the perfect instrument."