OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts down his cup so he can hang his jacket, grab some towels and take off his damp clothes.

"Sorry about that, down by the lake," he says again. "I've spent enough time in the woods lately that they shouldn't seem strange to me."

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[golden_lyre]

"It's a title of respect," Orpheus points out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"He just wants us to call him Falsworth.

"I don't make them call me Captain, either."

[golden_lyre]

"Why not?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It doesn't seem necessary. We're different branches and ranks and even countries, but we're a team. We're on even footing.

"They tend to call me Cap, though. I like it."

[golden_lyre]

"But you're still their leader," Orpheus points out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah," Steve says quietly, bending over his sketchbook, "I know.

"You know how some people have rank and they're ... it's like they're scared of it? So they yell and they bluster and they never really know how to lead.

"I don't feel like I have to insist on being respected. They just do."

[golden_lyre]

"Well, yeah, that's the way it's supposed to work. But it doesn't mean you're on even footing."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Even enough," Steve says quietly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shakes his head, laughing softly. "If you say so."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I do."

He straightens up and rubs the back of his neck, then turns the sketchbook so Orpheus can see it. "What do you think?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans forward to take a look and kisses Steve. "Lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses him back, with a soft murmur, "This one stays here," as he could never explain a full-length male nude portrait to his superiors.

[golden_lyre]

"Good idea," Orpheus says with a smile, kissing him again before laying back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts his book on the floor and follows Orpheus down, softly kissing him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his arms around Steve, keeping him close.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You really are beautiful," Steve whispers between kisses. "I really love drawing you."

[golden_lyre]

"I like watching you draw," Orpheus murmurs, hands trailing over his skin slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, pleased, and kisses him sweet and slow.

He whispers, "What do you want to do tonight, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

"You," Orpheus says with a smirk.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bumps their noses together. "That's a given. But what do you want to do to me? I want you to do things to me."

[golden_lyre]

"Do things to you?" Orpheus asks with a laugh. "Oh, I see."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Should I make that my request tonight? 'Do things to me'?"

[golden_lyre]

"That's a request I'm pretty sure I can grant, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, turning Steve onto his back and sliding on top of him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stretches, purring in anticipation.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his fingers across Steve's chest, bending to kiss along his collar bone.