[Milliways]: Movie night

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus juggles the bottles and his key to get the door unlocked so Steve doesn't have to put down the pizzas, and he pulls out the little table to put the drinks on once they're inside.

"Something funny, huh?"

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales, shifting restlessly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps moving lower, settling between Steve's legs, nuzzling along his hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his hand into Orpheus's hair again with a soft whisper of his name.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' tongue teases over Steve's balls and back further still, stopping just short of pushing into him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes, "Oh," and his thighs tense a moment.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles low in his throat, tongue teasing over Steve's entrance.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his hips to meet Orpheus's tongue, a needy sound escaping his throat.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly, finally pushing into him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and his hands flail to grab the top of the headboard.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' curls his hands around Steve's thighs as he licks into him, slowly opening him up.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gulps air, still making soft hungry sounds, and the headboard creaks under his grip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus runs a hand up his side, calloused fingers dragging over his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts his hand over Orpheus's and grips it tight.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' tongue keeps moving, slowly thrusting in and out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve finally gasps, "honey, I'm ready, please, give me your cock."

[golden_lyre]

"You sure?" Orpheus rumbles, lifting his head and moving to get the oil from the nightstand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, God, please."

He moves onto his stomach, vibrating with need.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slicks his cock quickly and bends to kiss the back of Steve's neck, settling in behind him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches to meet him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus braces himself with one hand at Steve's hip and the other at his shoulder, pushing in slowly, groaning as he does.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans in kind, his hands clenched.

[golden_lyre]

"Oh, gods, lovely," Orpheus breathes. "So good. So...fucking good..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve whispers and reaches back to grab anything he can touch of Orpheus, his hand, his hip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends again to kiss Steve's shoulder, his neck, nuzzling along his hairline. He rolls his hips forward in a slow, smooth rhythm.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns back his head for a kiss, his body moving to Orpheus's rhythm.


[ooc: Good night!]