[Milliways]: An American in Paris

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' flat in Paris is above a little boulangerie in the Latin Quarter, not too terribly far from Notre Dame. It's...very small, and that isn't helped by the musical instruments and half-finished, scribbled sheet music that are littered around the place. Everything is clean, just cluttered. It's a bit stuffy as well, though Orpheus has all his windows open.

As they step into the living room, Orpheus turns to Steve with a smile. "Bienvenue à Paris," he says.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his trousers down and kisses down his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, stroking down the back of Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes up Orpheus's legs to take off his pants, and kisses the backs of his thighs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly. "Yes, lovely," he murmurs, his head falling back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks into him, a broad hand wrapped around each thigh to hold his legs open.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans loudly, arching back to Steve's mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve fucks him with his tongue, running his hands over Orpheus's thighs.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus breathes, fingers tangling in Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives his thigh a nip. "Do you have oil or something here?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, fuck...hang on..."

He pulls away to reach for the plastic tub that serves as a nightstand and brings back a tube of lubricant.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes the tube and gives Orpheus a skeptical look before squeezing some onto his fingers.

He kisses Orpheus's stomach. "Ready?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, gods yes," Orpheus murmurs, squirming slightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus by the hip and sinks a slick finger into him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, eyes closing, head falling back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches deep with his finger, twisting and thrusts, and kisses Orpheus's stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus twists to help him find the right spot, his toes curling. "God yes, Steve..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Here?" Steve murmurs, touching him again.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, just...that's...perfect, lovely," Orpheus groans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve adds another finger and keeps stroking inside him, kissing his stomach, sucking his nipples.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, gods...don't stop..." Orpheus murmurs, squirming, arching up to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Do you want to come like this?" Steve says in a low voice, adding a third finger. "Is that what you want, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' toes curl, and he pushes back to Steve's fingers, gripping the sheets tightly.

"No...gods, I want you in me... I want you to fuck me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws back his head and groans, and pulls out his fingers. "Yes, yes."

He fumbles for the tube and squeezes out more lube, which he slicks on his cock.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus reaches for him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him in for a harsh kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans as they kiss and pulls Orpheus's legs over his shoulders. He pushes into Orpheus, holding himself over him, his eyes wide open.