[Milliways] Out of the public eye

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is still grinning as he sets his guitar just inside the door from Milliways and pulls Steve toward him for another kiss, his hands immediately moving back to Steve's waistband.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I think I'd just feel self-conscious." He pushes his hand into Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

"You could always wear a mask," Orpheus teases, taking hold of Steve's hips and tugging him back toward the couch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs as he allows himself to be led to the couch. "I'd know I was there."

[golden_lyre]

"So would I." He kisses Steve quickly before pushing him down onto the couch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve falls back and beams at Orpheus. He put shis hands on Orpheus's hips.

"You're enough for me, honey."

[golden_lyre]

"And I wouldn't share you," Orpheus murmurs, climbing into Steve's lap.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve arches up and kisses Orpheus, his hands sliding around to Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus buries his fingers in Steve's hair, arching against him, humming against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses down Orpheus's neck, and gently bites his pulse.

[golden_lyre]

His breath catches, and he starts to slowly grind against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's chest and kisses along his shoulders.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums his pleasure, letting his own hands slide down Steve's chest, settling at his hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You want it like this, honey?" Steve murmurs, lips on Orpheus's throat.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes, voice rough. His own hips push forward again, a little on the eager side.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand dips down the back of Orpheus's jeans as his hips rock forward.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hands move to Steve's face, tilting it up to kiss him eagerly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back with soft, "Mm..."

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful," Orpheus murmurs against his lips before sliding off Steve's lap to unbutton his jeans and find some lube.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him through heavy-lidded eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gets rid of his jeans in record time, climbing back into Steve's lap and pressing the tube into Steve's hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve squeezes some lube onto his fingers. "You want to ride me, honey?" he nearly growls.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles himself into Steve's lap, moving to give Steve some room. "Oh, yes," he says pressing his forehead to Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides his first finger against Orpheus's hole. "Rough? Hard?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shudders and gives him a wicked grin. "Oh, yes, lovely," he groans, pushing back toward Steve's hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins back just as wickedly -- he can, when he wants to -- and pushes his finger inside. "Yeah," he murmurs as he begins to stroke, "I want that."