[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' 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and very gently drags the vibrator up Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh," Steve moans, arching.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, stroking his thumb over Steve's hip. "Don't hold back, lovely. I want to hear you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Touch me more, my prince, please," Steve begs.

[golden_lyre]

"How do you want to be touched?" he asks calmly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Inside. Your fingers, inside."

[golden_lyre]

"Oh, I have a different plan for what's going inside you, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, sliding the toy along the line of Steve's hip and between his legs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cries out, pushing up his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly, pushing just the tip in and pulling it back out again, fucking Steve with shallow thrusts.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's head tosses back and forth, his hips arching. "More," he gasps, "more."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls it back. "If I give you more, you have a choice," he says. "You can come in three minutes, and I'll give you a little while to recover, or if you don't manage it, you have to hold off until I'm ready. Do you want me to give you more?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I, I, I--I'll hold off. I'll hold off until you're ready." His fingers dig into his palms.

[golden_lyre]

"Do you need a minute?" Orpheus asks, stroking a hand over his belly.