OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve does not hustle Orpheus upstairs.

This is not to say he doesn't have plans. The way his hand lingers on the small of Orpheus's back is practically suggestive.



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes an agonized sound and his fist pounds the wall, cracking it a little. He shudders down to his toes as he comes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out at Steve's reaction, his hips snapping forward again and again until he spills himself inside Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's head and seeks his mouth, his chest heaving.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him sloppily, panting for breath.

"Fuck, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flicks his tongue against Orpheus's lip.

"I suppose," he says, still breathing hard, "this is when I should tell you that actually wasn't what I was thinking of."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "Wasn't it? You should have said."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We'll get to it eventually, I'm sure," Steve replies and kisses him.

"Mm. Shower now, I think."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back with a sigh. "Yeah, shower."

He takes Steve's hand to pull him toward the bathroom.


[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him one of those concerned looks as they walk.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"What?" Orpheus asks, moving to turn on the shower.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't exactly know," Steve says and strokes Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shucks his jeans and turns to look at Steve. "You're giving me a worried face."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm often worried about you," Steve replies.

[golden_lyre]

"Why?" He steps into the shower and pulls Steve along with him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve huffs and puts an arm around Orpheus. "Aside from your knack of finding trouble, your disregard for your own health, and your utter detachment from basically everything? I can't imagine."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm not detached!"

He...really can't argue with any of the rest of that.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What do you enjoy besides sex and music?" He raises his eyebrows in challenge.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus frowns, almost pouting. "I have...friends. I like...the sea. And food. And...other things."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head and kisses him. "The only times I think I've seen you happy is when you're making music or when you're coming. And you never show regret after making music."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head curiously. "Do I show regret after coming?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hesitates, fingers gently tracing over Orpheus's side. "I don't know how else to read that look in your eyes sometimes--like you wish I were--easier," he decides with a faint smile. "Instead of crazy about you."

[golden_lyre]

"I wouldn't want you easier," Orpheus says after a moment. "But...I do worry sometimes about you being crazy about me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"If that's a mistake, that's mine to make.

"But I don't think it's a mistake."

He picks up the soap to start washing off the soot and sweat he's been covered in.

[golden_lyre]

"And aren't my mistakes mine to make as well?" Orpheus asks, taking the soap from Steve to take over washing him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I suppose so," Steve murmurs and turns to let Orpheus wash his back. "I guess we're going to keep on worrying about each other, aren't we?"