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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[golden_lyre]

"I don't want to be protected," Orpheus says.

The rest of it he thinks he might be okay with. "I'm not made of porcelain."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know. I don't think you are.

"But you're the one who calls me Galahad. You can't name me after a knight and not expect me to draw my sword on your behalf."

[golden_lyre]

"I expect you to draw your sword on behalf of anyone who wants you to," Orpheus says. "I just...don't. Or not always."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's not about want," Steve murmurs, tucking himself against Orpheus. "It's about need."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sighs and curls his arms around Steve. "I don't need it either."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is quiet a moment, then pushes himself up to see Orpheus's face. "I carry a shield, Orpheus. Not a gun or a sword or anything used in to attack. A shield. I was made to defend.

"So if I am ever going to ask you for anything, it'll be that. Let me defend you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus searches his face a moment. Eventually he nods.

"If I need it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay," Steve says and lays down his head again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his shoulder. "That's it? That's all you want from me?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"For now."

He brushes his thumb over the nape of Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods, settling against him. "Let me know if that changes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I will, darlin'." He kisses Orpheus's forehead.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his face up to kiss Steve's lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back gently, smiling.


[ooc: Gonna go get a burger before Doctor Who starts.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his fingers through Steve's hair, smiling against his lips.


[ooc: kk]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Do you need to sleep?" Steve whispers. "Are you tired?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus really wants to say no, but...

"Yeah."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay." Steve kisses him again. "Up for a second so we can get under the covers."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, sir," Orpheus murmurs, moving to help Steve with that.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Once they're back in bed, Steve huddles against him and kisses him gently. "Good night."

[golden_lyre]

"Good night, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, curling around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's back. After a moment or two he whispers, "Something else to ask of you.

"Can I sing to you sometimes?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "If you promise to stop the second I ask."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles too. "Fair enough.

"Close your eyes."

[golden_lyre]

Laughing softly, he closes his eyes, raising his eyebrows expectantly.