OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

It's true that Steve wants a shower. He's grimy and sooty and fairly certain he smells like cordite.

It's also true that Steve would like to go swimming tonight, because while the days are still mild the nights are growing cooler, and it's a good bet bad weather isn't far away.

What happens between those...well.



[ooc: Pre-emptive adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is pretty determined to at least trim the wild thing growing on his face, but he's in no rush. He leans his guitar against the dresser and turns to Steve with a soft smile.

"You had me worried, Galahad."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Worried? Why?" He leans his shield against a chair and unbuckles his utility belt.

[golden_lyre]

"You went off to war," he says, moving to help Steve with his uniform. "Are you going to tell me you were never in any danger?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No," Steve says as he unbuckles his thigh holster. "I'm not going to lie to you."

[golden_lyre]

"Exactly," Orpheus says, getting to work on his top. "So I was worried."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts his hands on Orpheus's face and tilts it up so he can kiss Orpheus lightly. "I won't tell you not to worry, because I know you will. But this isn't going to change, Orpheus. Not until the war's over--and who knows what they'll have me doing after that."

[golden_lyre]

"I know. And I wouldn't ask you to stop."

He wrangles Steve out of his top and slides his arms around Steve's waist.

"I prayed for you. I don't know if it helped."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You did?" Steve looks pleased and a little amazed. "Wow. Thank you."

[golden_lyre]

"Of course. I don't know if it even made it out of the bar, or if Athena can even help in your world, but I couldn't just do nothing."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, arms around his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him back sweetly, hands sliding over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls away enough to whisper, "Let me get my boots off."

[golden_lyre]

"Right, right, of course," Orpheus says with a smile, pulling back to toe off his own shoes and shrug out of his jacket.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bends to unlace and pull off his boots--and since he's down there, he kisses Orpheus's feet.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and tugs off his shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels up--bare-chested, trousers low on his hips--and catches Orpheus by the waist so he can kiss along his stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tangles his fingers in Steve's hair, humming softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tugs down Orpheus's jeans and kisses his knees.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "Gods, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks up at him. "I'm just so happy to be here, honey."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm happy you're here, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, carding his fingers through Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks his lips and says, "Come down here with me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides to his knees with a smile.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, arms around his neck, and pulls him down to the floor.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles on top of him, laughing joyfully.