[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 groans, his legs trembling, and he opens them wider.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles and slides his tongue down to lick over Steve's hole.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"oh, yes," Steve whispers and thrusts his fingers into Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly, pushing his tongue into Steve, fucking him slowly with it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds the back of Orpheus' head, softly moaning, "Yeah, darlin', oh, yeah," as Orpheus licks him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands slide over Steve's torso, fingers teasing at his nipples again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whines with need.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls up and reaches for another cube, bringing it between Steve's legs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve yelps and flinches away.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles and circles it around Steve's hole briefly before dragging it across Steve's balls.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Too much," Steve gasps, pulling away.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls it away. "All right," he says quietly, bending to lick over the cooled skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve relaxes again, and strokes Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses the tip of his cock and moves to get the oil.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers trail down Orpheus's arm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pours a bit of oil into his hand and strokes Steve's cock. "I want to ride you, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swallows hard and nods. "Yeah. I want that too."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes him slowly, using his free hand to quickly open himself up.



[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve writhes under him, breathing through parting lips.


[ooc: Good night!"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to straddle Steve's hips, carefully guiding Steve's cock into him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches up to him, his hands tight on Orpehus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yeah," Orpheus murmurs, leaning back as he starts to move.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves his hands down to Orpheus's thighs, to feel the muscles flex and move. He's lost in sensations, the heat of Orpheus's body, the smell of sex and the sound of fucking.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to watch Steve's face as he moves, hips flexing as he slowly takes Steve in again and again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bites his lip sometimes or pants through an open mouth. His cheeks are flushed red. Sweat drips from his hairline.