[Milliways]: Breaking the dry spell

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is trying very hard not to just drag Steve up the stairs to their room. Despite having been waiting in the bar, he hasn't been spending much time here at all. It made him think far too much of Steve, and the drawings Steve had left for him didn't really help on that score.

He manages to restrain himself, though, as he unlocks the door.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's chest and sides, hunger in his eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans back to give him more room, pleased at his reaction.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm just big," Steve murmurs. "You're...perfect." He leans in to kiss Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

"You are not just anything," Orpheus whispers, curling his fingers into Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at him fondly, and then kisses down his stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, fingers stroking down the back of Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve unbuttons Orpheus's jeans and pushes them down his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to help him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tongues the groove of his thighs, hands sliding under Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

"Steve..." Orpheus murmurs, laying back completely.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, sweetheart?" Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"Nothing," Orpheus says, stroking along his shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and kisses next to his belly button. "Love you too, honey," he murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly, arching up to his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and slides his mouth onto Orpheus's cock. There's a moment where he worries if he remembers how--but he remembers how.

Quite well, too.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus moans, quite pleased with this discovery.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve catches Orpheus's hand and gives it another quick squeeze.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus weaves their fingers together, hips rolling up slightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's hand as he sucks his cock, his other hand stroking and squeezing Orpheus's thigh.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful, my love," Orpheus murmurs, pushing himself up a bit to watch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve meets his gaze, his thumb tracing Orpheus's knuckles.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his eyes on Steve, his breath coming faster.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls off and whispers, "Is this how you want to come, honey?"

[golden_lyre]

"I want..." He trails off a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, then shakes his head.

"I want to come with you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Doing what?" Steve asks, starting to smile.