[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 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans into the kiss, legs wrapping around Steve's hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pounds into him, as if he's on the edge and can't wait another second.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, fingers buried in Steve's hair. "That's it, lovely. Give into it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve buries his head in Orpheus's neck and comes with a wrenching groan.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus clings to him, stroking down his back, humming into his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve goes limp in his arms.


"...oh wow..."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slowly runs his fingers over Steve's back. "Not bad, my love?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So good, darlin'," Steve whispers. He kisses Orpheus's neck. "I love you too."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cards his fingers through Steve's hair. "Mmm, it was."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stays nestled against Orpheus for a few minutes more, then moves onto his back and lays his hand over his forehead.

He says quietly, "So... is there more stuff like that we can do?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his shoulder and then gets up to get a cloth to clean Steve off. "More like blindfolding you?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes. More like that."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus comes back with a damp cloth and sits to wipe his belly clean.

"Yeah, there is. All sorts."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Like what?"

Utterly open and trusting.

[golden_lyre]

"We could get some restraints," Orpheus says. "Not that I think they'd do you much good..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Restraints?"

His stomach does a little flip.

[golden_lyre]

"Mmhm..." He shifts onto his side, stroking his fingers over Steve's belly. "For your wrists. Maybe your legs."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes a deep breath. "I... I think I like the sound of that."


[ooc: Dinnertime, back shortly.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his shoulder again. "We could get other toys as well."



[ooc: kk.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve plays with Orpheus's hair. "Like what? What do they do?"