[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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[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.

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know. However you want to come."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves up his body to kiss his mouth. "Fuck me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly. "Yes, lovely. Gods, yes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his body against Orpheus's completely as he kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps himself around Steve, rocking against him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hastily unzips his khakis so he can feel Orpheus's skin against his.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus reaches for the nightstand as he does, pulling out the oil.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets out his breath in a shudder and pushes his pants off.

[golden_lyre]

"You're sure you're ready for this?" Orpheus asks quietly, tugging at Steve's pants and tossing them away.