[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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[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.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods above, yes," he groans, back arching.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his chest. His teeth worry Orpheus's nipples.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a melodic moan, moving a little quicker taking Steve deeper.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds him by the hips and starts pumping into him faster.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans out his encouragement, matching Steve's rhythm, eyes wide and dark.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans back, feet planted flat for leverage, and fucks him, fast and rough, the way he knows Orpheus likes it.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out in pleasure, fingers digging into Steve's shoulders as he moves. "Fuck, yes...lovely," he gasps.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses the insides of Orpheus's wrists.

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans loudly as he simply holds on and lets Steve push into him again and again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's neck arches and he cries out, his arms shaking as he nears his climax.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, yes, yes," Orpheus growls, his toes curling. "With me, my love...."

His back arches and his head falls back as he comes, spilling over Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cries out, watching him, and he pushes his hips up hard as he comes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers keep their grip on Steve's shoulders as he catches his breath, panting softly, eyes wide but hazy.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slowly releases his grip on Orpheus's hips so he can smooth his hands over Orphues's back and coax him closer.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves easily to settle against him, tucking his head against Steve's neck with a quiet, satisfied hum.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's hair and runs his fingers through it to the nape of his neck. "Love you," he murmurs.

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Love you," Orpheus murmurs in response, fingertips dancing up Steve's arm lightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve eases against him with a slow, satisfied sigh.

"You okay? Need anything more?" He pulls back to give Orpheus a naughty, lazy grin. "I'm always up for more."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles gruffly. "I might need a minute," he protests, but he doesn't say no.