[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'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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus reaches for one of Steve's hands, sliding it over to his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ohhh," Steve breathes as his hand begins to move.

[golden_lyre]

"Ah yes, lovely," Orpheus groans, moving into Steve's grip and back onto his cock. "Gods, let me hear you..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives a low laugh, his thumb rubbing over the crown of Orpheus's cock.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, gripping Steve's shoulder as he starts to move faster, taking Steve deeper.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, honey, that's good," Steve moans.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes...fuck yeah," Orpheus groans. "You feel amazing." His fingers dig into Steve's shoulders, his movements becoming more erratic.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"C'mon, c'mon," Steve whispers and kisses his arm.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah..." Orpheus growls softly, head thrown back. "Fuck yes, lovely...Steve...gods, I love you," he gasps, back arching as he starts to come.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes him through it, moaning as come spatters his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus's movements gradually slow, and he bends to kiss Steve deep and slow, pulling the tie from Steve's eyes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps is arms around Orpheus's neck as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus carefully rolls onto his back, pulling Steve with him. "Fuck me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve plants his hands beside Orpheus's head. He dips his head to kiss Orpheus deeply, and then pushes himself up to throw himself into fucking him.