[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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[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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Helped with what?" Steve says as he rises, and he gives Orpheus a light kiss.

[golden_lyre]

"Damned if I know," Orpheus says with a laugh. "You said you wanted to help."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and picks up the package of underwear. "I guess this is a more traditional sort of helping."

[golden_lyre]

"It is the usual sot, yes," Orpheus says with a laugh, pulling off his shirt. "But it's not as fun."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him the underpants, and unbuttons the shirt on the hanger. "I probably shouldn't be in here, actually."

[golden_lyre]

"Too late now," Orpheus says, dropping his jeans the rest of the way and taking the boxers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Much too late," Steve says. "IF we get thrown out, I'll take full responsibility."

He sits on the upholstered bench to watch Orpheus change clothes.

"I may have to rush you home after this," he adds softly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks at him as he pulls on the clothes. "Oh?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yup," Steve says simply and crosses his feet at the ankle. "Or... well, I think I'm going to have a good time undressing you tonight."

[golden_lyre]

"Well, I hope that's true, at least," Orpheus says, tucking the shirt in and fastening the pants.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It usually is," Steve says, gazing at Orpheus. "You're beautiful, sweetheart."