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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[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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs, still hazily. "I love the way you play me."

[golden_lyre]

"And you're always perfectly in tune," Orpheus murmurs, bending to kiss him deeply.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds his head and kisses him back, hot and wet.

"I'm ready for you, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"Thank the gods," Orpheus murmurs, rolling them both to put Steve back on top of him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses him, then kneels over him. He grasps Orpheus's cock and bites his lip as he lowers his body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a low groan as Steve lowers himself onto Orpheus.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and throws back his head, panting through parted lips as he takes Orpheus in.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus gasps, hands sliding up Steve's thighs to settle at his hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grimaces as Orpheus slides into him deep, and then exhales, "Oh, there we go," as he begins to ride him.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes. "That's it, lovely." His hips roll up to Steve's rhythm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steeve puts a hand over one of Orpheus's, intertwining their fingers as well as he can.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus starts to hum softly, in time with their movements, weaving a song around them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds his hand tighter, making soft sounds in his chest.