[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]

"It feels green," Steve says with a faint smile. "It feels good."

[golden_lyre]

He smiles as well, fingers digging in to the muscles in his chest and sliding down his stomach. "Tell me if that changes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I will, my prince." His stomach shivers at the touch of Orpheus's slick fingers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods slowly and continues his movements, fingers occasionally pausing to dip into Steve's navel or tease across his nipples.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve doesn't writhe, exactly -- but he shifts, breathes more deeply, trembles, pulls on the bonds around his hands.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly, fingers moving back to his nipples, pinching slightly. He rolls his hips forward, jeans rubbing against Steve's groin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tries to push up against him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grips Steve's hips firmly, pressing them back against the mattress. "Stay still."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, my prince," Steve breathes.

[golden_lyre]

He rolls his hips again, grinding down against Steve this time.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve whimpers, his body tense as he tries not to move in response.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, pleased. "Much better."

Slowly, he slides down Steve's body, slick fingers trailing across his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales. His exhale is shakey.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers stroke over his skin, and he occasionally drags his nails across it. Eventually, they reach Steve's hips, sliding along the curve of them between Steve's legs to tease over his entrance.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales sharply at the occasional prick of Orpheus's nails. His hips rise involuntarily as Orpheus teases him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes them back down again, firmly. He makes quick work of opening Steve up then, fingers twisting and stretching inside him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gasps, and then bites his lower lip. He tries desperately to keep still.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his free hand over Steve's hip and down his thigh. "That's good, lovely. You're doing so well."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thank you, my prince," Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

With a smile, Orpheus slides off the bed, heading for the bag again and pulling out a small device, bringing it back to the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve almost calls for him, then bites his lip again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits at the foot of the bed, sliding his hand up Steve's leg briefly then turns the vibrator on to its lowest setting and runs that up Steve's leg.

"You're allowed to speak," he reminds Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans, his toes curling.

"I didn't know where you were."

[golden_lyre]

Smiling, he kneels between Steve's legs, continuing to move the toy over Steve's skin, up his legs and across his hips. "I'm not going to leave you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know," Steve whispers. His skin goosepimples as the vibrator touches him.