[Milliways]: Something REALLY new

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pauses outside his door and turns to smile at Steve.

"Well? You've got the key."

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, unable to speak.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus carefully pushes in another finger, eagerly kissing him back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a muffled sound into Orpheus's mouth. His legs rub against Orpheus's.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hips arch forward, and he buries his face in Steve's neck as his fingers work inside him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm ready," Steve whispers to him and kisses his cheek. "I'm ready, sweetheart."

[golden_lyre]

"Oh, thank the gods," Orpheus groans, sitting back so he can quickly slick his cock and settle between Steve's legs again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and puts his arms around Orpheus again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him fiercely, trembling with the effort of keeping himself in check as he slowly pushes into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hands slide down Orpheus's back to his ass, encouraging him to go deeper, faster.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans at that, pushing into Steve with a muffled cry.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shouts, and his legs shake where they're pressed against Steve's ribcage.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, fuck," Orpheus growls out, pressing his forehead against Steve's as he starts to move, a slow, steady rhythm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's tongue darts out to taste Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus flicks his tongue out as well, panting against Steve's lips as he moves, gradually picking up speed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves his legs higher, hips bucking to keep up with Orpheus's rhythm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to pull Steve's leg up over his shoulder, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans, "Oh, yes," as his fingers scrape over Orpheus's shoulders.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus starts to move faster, thrusting harder, his fist tightening around Steve's cock, stroking firmly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's toes splay out as he groans, low and long, and his fingers dig into Orpheus's shoulders as he starts to come.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, hips snapping forward. "Fuck, yes, lovely," he gasps, thrusting harder, erratically, until he's coming as well, face buried in Steve's knee.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hands sweep over Orpheus's back, and he lowers his leg so he can hold Orpheus closer.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles against him, resting on top of Steve, head tucked under his chin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hair and strokes his back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums contentedly.

After a moment, he murmurs, "How do you do it?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hm?" He plays idly with Orpheus's ear.