[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 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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes and smiles, contented. His hand rakes slowly through Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

As Orpheus holds Steve, something tight in his chest starts to loosen and dissolve, and he presses his face to Steve's shoulder in relief.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Oblivious, Steve pulls Orpheus's arms tighter around him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gladly obliges, holding Steve tightly to his chest, squeezing him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his head against Orpheus's shoulder.

"Can we promise each other something?" he says softly.

[golden_lyre]

"What do you want to promise?" Orpheus asks quietly.