[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 smiles and kisses Steve's shoulder as he reaches for the lube.

"Tell me?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He watches Orpheus with dark eyes, his lips parted. "Tell you what?"

[golden_lyre]

"Tell me what's wonderful about it."

He nuzzles along Steve's hairline, squeezing some lube onto his fingers and warming it before reaching between Steve's legs to finger him open.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ah!" Steve groans, arching, and he clutches a pillow. "Because it's--oh--physical proof, yes, there, that I can hold in my hands, mm, that you want me, that you want to fuck me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly at the tone of Steve's voice, the breaks, the sounds he makes. "Irrefutable?" he murmurs, working carefully to make sure Steve is ready for him, fingers lingering where they get the best reactions.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Undeniable," Steve gasps, pushing back his hips to take Orpheus's fingers.

[golden_lyre]

"So glad I can give you that, lovely," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of Steve's spine.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You give me such beautiful things, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

He nips at Steve's shoulder. "Are you ready for more, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve groans, "oh, yes."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls his hand back and quickly slicks his cock, nudging Steve's legs apart with his knee and lining himself up. He rocks into Steve slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes back to him, his hand on Orpheus's hip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus holds himself still a moment, arm curled around Steve. "Gods, lovely..."

After a moment, he starts to roll his hips slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns back his head, muttering, "Kiss me, kiss me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him slowly, letting his hand rest over Steve's heart.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses Orpheus's hand to his chest, kissing him fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gently strokes his hand down Steve's chest, humming into the kiss.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's head, rocking his hips.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Relax," Orpheus whispers, his hand sliding to settle at Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes out, and intertwines their fingers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting slowly back in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cries out at every slow thrust, his toes curling, his body shaking.

[golden_lyre]

"Ohhhh, lovely," Orpheus breathes, letting the sounds Steve makes wash over him. Eventually he moves his hand, still intertwined with Steve's, to Steve's cock, stroking him just as slowly as his hips are moving.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whines with need and tries to get Orpheus's hand to move faster.

[golden_lyre]

"Slowly, slowly, my love," Orpheus murmurs into Steve's skin, though he's quickly losing his ability to keep the pace so relaxed. "All the time in the world."