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]

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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gently strokes Orpheus's face, and sings in a soft voice.

On wings of the wind o'er the dark rolling deep
Angels are coming to watch over thy sleep
Angels are coming to watch over thee
So list to the wind coming over the sea

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er and hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er, love, and hear the wind blow

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus can't quite keep himself from humming along.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The currachs are sailing way out on the blue
Chasing the herring of silvery hue
Silver the herring and silver the sea
Soon they'll be silver for my love and me

Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er and hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head o'er, love, and hear the wind blow.

Steve falls silent.

"Irish lullaby, but I'm sure you knew that."

[golden_lyre]

"I did," Orpheus agrees. "But that was...not bad."

Really, that's quite the compliment from him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Good," Steve murmurs, "I'm glad."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and kisses his collarbone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's hair. "Go to sleep, darlin'. Dream of oceans."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles against him with a pleased sigh. "Yes, sir," he murmurs.