[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[golden_lyre]

He wrinkles his nose at the mention of a tie but nods. "I'll probably need pants too," he points out, glancing to his very well-worn jeans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at him, and gets a little speculative smile.

"Trousers," he says, shaking himself out of it, and goes to another rack.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head a little at that smile but follows Steve to the other rack.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Grey and black?" Steve says, choosing a pair. "Is that too unimaginative?"

[golden_lyre]

"Grey and black is classic," Orpheus says. "Unless you want a pin stripe or a plaid or something, it's probably the best."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay. I think I like these." He holds the pants to Orpheus's waist, to get an idea of how they'll look.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods his approval.

"I...probably need to buy some underwear if I'm going to try them on."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smirks, but only says, "I think I saw some near the cash registers."

[golden_lyre]

"I'll be right back, then," he says, and heads up to buy some underwear and have an interesting conversation with the cashier about it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and wanders around the racks a little more, mostly being puzzled by the directions mens' fashion is taking.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus comes back holding up a pair of boxers. "Let's get this done."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hands him the shirt and trousers. "The dressing rooms are this way."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus flashes him a grin. "You want to come in and help?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve blushes and nods.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes a quick look around and then tugs Steve into one of the rooms with him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve all but slams the door closed and kisses Orpheus desperately. "I haven't stopped thinking about getting my mouth on you since we walked in here."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes a soft noise of surprise and curls his arms around Steve.

"You could have kissed me out there," he murmurs before kissing Steve again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know," Steve says, pushing Orpheus against the wall, "but I can't do this." He slides down to his knees and nuzzles Orpheus's cock through his jeans.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bites back a groan and lets his head fall back against the wall.

"Well, you could, but it wouldn't be wise..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"This will have to be fast," Steve says as he unzips Orpheus's jeans. "Hope you don't mind, honey." He swallows Orpheus's cock in one go, his hands tight on Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, yes," Orpheus groans, fingers tangling in Steve's hair. "Don't mind at all."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve sucks him hard. A soft 'mm' occasionally escapes him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shoves a fist into his mouth to keep from making too many noises. It isn't long before he's groaning out his orgasm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's hips with his thumbs, his eyes closed in bliss as he drinks Orpheus's come.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, stroking fingers through Steve's hair. "That was...a big help."