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[diffident_light]

...this is a terrible idea.

I'm used to it here; the darkness doesn't bother me, the silence is now comforting, the chill something I bear without notice. But you! You want to send me back. You want me to follow him into the light and then tear me from him for your own amusement - oh, yes. You call them "games" for good reason, despite your nonchalance. The subject matter shouldn't be taken lightly.

I am not your muse. You should rethink this.




[OOC: content warning - possible sexual situations in thread with golden_lyre]

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[golden_lyre]

[He moans quietly, hips pushing toward her hand.]

I want to. Of course, I want to. And I will do my best to satisfy.

[He still worries, but he can push it aside for her sake.]

[diffident_light]

[His strange clothing makes it awkward for her to hold him, and the fastenings are foreign to her fingers. He might have to help her.]

You always satisfy, but what I want is your love. Show it to me, and there will be nothing at all to worry about.

[golden_lyre]

[His hand slides between them to thumb open the buttons on his jeans. Underwear are something he has never adapted to, so at leas there are not layers between them.]

You have my love, all of it. You always have.

[diffident_light]

[She's not wearing any, either, but considering she's wearing what to modern eyes is a carefully draped sheet, it's not a surprise.

Her hand slips past the thick material and closes around him, stroking upwards.]

Then love me, Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

[He buries his face in her neck as her hand wraps around him, and he moans quietly against her skin, arms sliding around her, lips sliding down her neck. It is so very different to what he has groan accustomed to, her body softer, sweeter than what he is used to.]

[diffident_light]

[Hearing his enjoyment fills her heart and tightens her stomach, and as her hand works on hard flesh, she uses the other to gently tug her chiton out of the way. Her lips press fevered kisses to his hair and temple, and her breath is hot against his ear.

His arms hold her tight, and she pushes up on her knees.]

...beloved?

[golden_lyre]

[As she pulls the chiton away, Orpheus' hands follow the path of skin bared for him, calloused fingers sliding over her.]

My love?

[diffident_light]

[She gasps as he finds her sensitive places, and presses her forehead to his.]

Don't move...

[She sinks down on him with a sigh of pleasure.]

[golden_lyre]

[He groans quietly as she envelops him, leaning up a little, face pressed against her throat.]

Gods...

...damn, that's a lovely pb. And necessarily shortened for the venue.

[diffident_light]

No, beloved, only us...

[She moves gently at first, then with more purpose as her need grows, clenching and relaxing around him as her pace quickens.]

I am so glad I found him :)

[golden_lyre]

[He moves with her, settling easily into the rhythm she sets, all concern over having forgotten things slipping from him as they move together.]

And so is everyone else. :)

[diffident_light]

[Feeling him move in her, with her, is like coming home at last, and she smiles sweetly at him between gasps and quiet sounds of enjoyment.]

You have nothing to worry about...

[It won't be long before she reaches her peak, and she hopes he'll be with her when she does.]

[golden_lyre]

[He is rapidly reaching the edge himself, losing himself in their rhythm and pleasure.]

Gods, yes. You're perfect.

[diffident_light]

[The last word has barely fallen from his lips before she tumbles over the edge, clinging tightly and burying her face in his neck as she cries out her pleasure.]

[golden_lyre]

[He's right there with her, head falling back as he topples over, arms clinging tightly.]

[diffident_light]

[It's release in the truest sense, feeling him with and within her. Eurydice wants to laugh with joy; instead, she seeks out his lips with her own and kisses him breathless.]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus gives in to his own impulse to laugh, the sound bubbling up between their lips as he leans into her.]

Ah, my love.

[diffident_light]

[It feels like her soul is buoyed by his laughter.]

Did I not tell you there was no call to worry?

[golden_lyre]

You did, and I should know by now that you know best, my love.

[He leans up to kiss her again.]

[diffident_light]

I know you, beloved.

[She meets him halfway, love shining in her eyes.]

[golden_lyre]

Better than nearly anyone.

[He kisses her slowly, one hand pressed between her shoulder blades, the other curled around her hip, keeping her close.]

[diffident_light]

[She could get drunk from his kisses, and he'll be able to feel the little tremors of her body slowly coming down from their mutual high.]

[golden_lyre]

[A shiver runs through him as well as he slips from inside her, pulling back from the kiss only to catch his breath and lean his forehead against hers.]

[diffident_light]

You make my body sing.

[Their breath mingles, her eyes closed as they hold one another.]

Would that we could stay here.

[golden_lyre]

[He keeps his eyes squeezed shut, and his arms tighten around her.]

If I never let go, how can you be taken from me?