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 pushes up his hips in response.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans a bit louder, his hand sliding over Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gently scratches Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums quietly, kissing over Steve's face.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans happily and tilts back his head.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus trails his lips down Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm, sweetheart," Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"You taste good," Orpheus murmurs, sucking lightly behind his ear. "Just here."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "Yeah? What do I taste like?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sucks him again.

"Hmm...apple pie."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus licks him, chuckling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We must have some apple pie later," Steve whispers, stroking Orpheus's shoulders.

[golden_lyre]

"Mmhm," Orpheus murmurs, kissing down his neck. "Later."



[ooc: bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve murmurs. "Later."


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips lightly at his neck. "Much later."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a pleased noise, his eyes closed.

"Remember when you said you wondered if you could kiss me to coming?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "I do. I was mostly joking, though."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Aw...I was just thinkin' now's a good time if you wanted to try."

[golden_lyre]

"I can certainly give it a shot," Orpheus murmurs, kissing the hollow of his throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs throatily and wraps his legs around Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes forward a bit, sucking gently.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches up to him, his head tilted back. He strokes Orpheus's hair. His throat vibrates with pleased rumbles.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus applies lips and teeth and tongue along the column of Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches and writhes beneath him, softly moaning, his eyes closed and his face flushed.