[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]

Orpheus nips at the base of Steve's spine, his fingers twisting and curling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shivers and arches. "Orpheus," he says and licks his lips, "I'm ready."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods and pulls back, slicking his cock and settling between Steve's legs.

It feels important, being with Steve like this after it's been so long for him. He bends low to kiss the back of Steve's neck and whispers, "I love you," as he slowly pushes in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and grabs Orpheus's hand. "Love you too," he pants out.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rests his forehead against Steve's shoulder as he starts to move slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches under him, moaning, and pulls Orpheus's arm across his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus holds him close, kissing and nipping at Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans Orpheus's name as he rocks his body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his hand down Steve's belly to wrap around his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes back his hips as his head thumps against the mattress.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes him in time with his thrusts, lips and teeth and tongue catching on Steve's skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans Orpheus's name louder, their fingers woven together and pressed against his chest.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, lovely," Orpheus breathes into his ear.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Love you," Steve gasps, "love you--ah!--so much--"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus moans quietly. "Love you..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches under him, toes curling, and comes with a shuddering groan.

He collapses under Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hips jerk, and he thrusts into Steve a few more times before he comes as well, spilling into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's hand.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus buries his face in Steve's neck, humming softly.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve curls into him like the little spoon.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus holds him close, nuzzling behind his ear.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yep," Steve says when his breath has slowed enough for him to speak. "Still good."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and kisses the corner of his jaw. "Glad I didn't disappoint."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and reaches back to stroke Orpheus's hair. "Never thought you would."

[golden_lyre]

"Still," Orpheus murmurs, kissing his ear. "I'm glad."