[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]

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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes another long, slow breath and tries to slow his pace.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts slightly, pressing his leg between Steve's to part them further, allowing himself to push in deeper. He groans into Steve's ear, his grip on Steve's cock tightening.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales sharply and bends forward, what little control he has on his desperation slipping.

[golden_lyre]

"Lovely," Orpheus whispers as he starts to move faster, hand and hips picking up speed in counterpoint.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks his hips, thrusting into Orpheus's hand, gasping, "Orpheus, Orpheus," as he starts to come.

[golden_lyre]

With a shout, muffled by Steve's shoulder, Orpheus follows him over the edge, shaking through his release.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches back against him, his hand slowly to stroke himself luxuriously. "Oh, Orpheus," he breathes. "I feel so much better."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles against his skin, kissing along Steve's shoulder. "Mmm...I'm glad, my love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stretches against him, and pulls Orpheus's arm around his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums happily against his skin, nuzzling at his neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lies quietly in his arms for a few minutes, basking in endorphins.

"So we had a wannabe-supervillain with a weather control machine," he murmurs after a while. "Wreaking havoc in the midwest. I ran from Missouri to Michigan at one point."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a startled laugh. "No wonder you were tired..."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Told you. Overdid it." He yawns. "I'm so glad you're here. I missed you."

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses Steve's shoulder, pressing his hand to Steve's heart. "I missed you too, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve beams and snuggles back against him.


"Hey, do you want a real breakfast? Or I guess it would be brunch by now." He makes a face. Brunch.


[ooc: Dinnertime, so I'll be back soonish.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, running his nose along Steve's hairline. "Food sounds good."