[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'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.

[golden_lyre]

"Deal with being away months at a time."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is quiet a moment or two.

"I draw you a lot. Write you letters about my day. Think about you...fantasize...

"Most of all, I just believe I'll see you again, and hold onto that."

[golden_lyre]

"You write me letters?" Orpheus asks, pushing himself up a bit to look at Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Diary entries, really," Steve says. "I just start them 'Dear Orpheus' and finish them, 'yours, Steve.'"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles at that, propping his head on his hand.

"You know," he says after a moment. "When I was young, I used to leave home for months at a time. Years at a time, even. But once I had...," his voice stutters a bit, "something to come home to...I never wanted to leave."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's chest, a sympathetic look in his eyes.

"This room is the closest thing I have to home right now."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rests his free hand over Steve's heart.

"I'm glad to be that," he whispers after a moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You are?" He smiles a little. "I'm not spooking you?"

[golden_lyre]

"Maybe a little," Orpheus admits. "I haven't had as much time to get used to the idea as you have."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I keep forgetting about that. I've known you over a year but you've only known me, what, a few months?"

[golden_lyre]

"Not even that, lovely," Orpheus says. "Not quite a month.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve blinks. "Holy cow."

He puts his hand over his mouth a moment. "So I've really been pushing you, haven't I? I'm so sorry--I thought--I didn't realize we were that out of sync."