[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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What do you need, darlin'?" Steve whispers. "What can I do for you?"

[golden_lyre]

"Faster," Orpheus murmurs. "Please...harder."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him hard, plants his hands on the mattress and picks up speed until he's pounding into Orpheus, throwing his back into it.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods yes," Orpheus grunts, clinging to Steve's shoulders. He didn't think he'd come again, but he can feel himself getting closer.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's body quakes, and his grunts take on a desperate edge.

His stamina is enhanced, true, but it's not limitless.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes up to him, his toes curling, breath coming in harsh pants. "C'mon...come on...almost," he groans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers twist into Orpheus's hair and hs teeth scrape over his neck.