[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]

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."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus growls softly, moving slowly, finding Steve's rhythm. "Gods, yes."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I love being inside you," Steve whispers and pulls Orpheus to him tighter. "I love making you lose control."


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs gruffly. "I love it too," he groans, pressing close to Steve. "Love the way you feel."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out and pours more lube on his fingers. "Ready for more?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, yes," Orpheus mutters impatiently, hips already rocking back for more.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes three fingers into him. The look in his eyes is dark and lustful.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus groans, fingers twisting in Steve's hair. "That's it, my love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his chest, fingers reaching deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rocks back to his fingers, riding them slowly, encouraging them deeper.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve fucks him deep and slow, eyelids lowered, gaze fixed on Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, that's it," Orpheus groans, his voice deep and gruff. "More lovely...."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out his fingers. "You want my cock, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," he breathes, bending to kiss Steve. "Fuck me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grabs the oil and slicks his cock hastily. He pulls Orpheus's hips close and lines them up, and pushes up into him.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, fuck yes," Orpheus breathes, letting his head fall back as he pushes back to take Steve in. His fingers dig hard into Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve traces the line of Orpheus's threat with his fingertip, mesmerized.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers and slowly starts to move.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and runs his hand down Oroheus's chest. His hips pump slow and shallow, teasing.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives a breathless laugh. "Like that, is it?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs too, low. "Yeah, honey, like that."

He pushes up harder.