[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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[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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus buries his fingers in Steve's hair, meeting his gaze, his own dark and hungry as he lets out a deep groan when Steve enters him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve dips his head to kiss him, his hips moving steadily to slide deep into him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps an arm around his shoulders, moaning into the kiss, clinging to Steve.


[ooc: Bedtime!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You feel so good," Steve whispers to him, "so good to be inside you," as his hips begin to pump.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus breathes, shifting to move with him. "That's it, lovely. Fuck me..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him again and again, sometimes light and sweet on his mouth, sometimes just sliding his lips over Orpheus's forehead or along his jaw.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts restlessly, finding the right angle. His hands move to Steve's ass, pulling him closer, encouraging him to move faster, deeper.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels up and holds Orpheus's hips, and thrusts faster and deeper as requested, his head thrown back, his groans low.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods yes," Orpheus groans, smiling hazily up at Steve, moving with him, fingers digging into his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles back at him just as hazily, and rubs his thumb over Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sucks Steve's thumb between his lips, holding it in his teeth. He reaches for his cock, stroking it in time with Steve's thrusts.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," breathes Steve, and his hand slides under Orpheus's back to support him as he watches Orpheus touch himself with fascination.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' hand moves quick and rough over his cock. "Don't stop," he breathes. "Don't stop...almost there..." His voice is low and desperate.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds his hips with hands so he can drive into Orpheus with determination.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his eyes on Steve's face, biting his lip. His hips arch up off the bed as he starts to come.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's face is flushed pink, and he smiles again, wide and happy, as Orpheus comes. "Oh, look at you, look at you, beautiful," he murmurs as he lowers Orpheus gently back to the bed. He slows his strokes so he's barely rolling his hips, and holds Orpheus close to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his arms around Steve, clinging to him. "Don't stop," he murmurs. "Please, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not yet," Steve promises and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers tangle in his hair again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just tell me," he kisses Orpheus's shoulder, "when it's too much." He kisses Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods, whining softly. "I will."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his thrusts slow and deep now, watching Orpheus's face, his occasional kisses little more than brushes of his lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts again, still a bit restless. He curls a leg over Steve's hip.