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's arms are too busy wrapping around Steve to be any help in that area.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve manages to find the taps without looking, and pulls Orpheus into the shower.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs against his lips, moving with him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes Orpheus against the wall to kiss him deeper.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, hands sliding over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles against his mouth and pulls away a little, just enough so he can see where the soap is and start lathering Orpheus up.

He watches Orpheus through his lashes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans into the touches, fingers trailing down Steve's spine.

"Still want to go swimming later?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Maybe in the morning," Steve murmurs. "I'm thinking more socializing and food before we go to sleep tonight." His hand rubs the soapy washcloths over Orpheus's stomach.

[golden_lyre]

"Hungry again?" Orpheus says, smiling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not yet, but I will be." His hand descends to wash the lubricant from Orpheus's thighs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus parts his legs, leaning back against the wall. "All right."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans into him, looking into his eyes as he washes his cock and balls.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' eyes glaze over a little and he arches his hips into Steve's hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles a little and he kisses Orpheus slowly, his hand rubbing soft, sensual circles on Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls a hand around the back of Steve's neck. "Mmm, feels good, lovely," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles a little more. "Good."

[golden_lyre]

"I love your hands," he says quietly. "Have I mentioned that before?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't think you have."

He flips the washcloth over his shoulder and spreads his hands over Orpheus's chest. "They're not as lovely as yours."

[golden_lyre]

"They are," Orpheus says, letting his hands settle on Steve's hips. "And they're clever."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flexes his fingers. "They do what they're told."

[golden_lyre]

"Then they're told very clever things, and they do them very well."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and gives Orpheus look that borders on bashful. "If you say so, sweetheart," he says demurely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans in to kiss him. "You play me like an instrument, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back, gently stroking his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slowly deepens the kiss, taking the cloth from Steve's hand to wash him.