OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has Orpheus.

Steve has pie.

Steve doesn't know which one he wants to eat first.



... this is the dirtiest thing Steve has ever thought.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve manages to keep his breathing even, though goosebumps rise on his skin at the tickle of the brush.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus thinks that is far more beautiful than anything he's doing to Steve. He bends to kiss Steve's throat when he finishes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stretches out his arms and looks at Orpheus over his shoulder. "Satisfied?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, I think so," Orpheus says softly, kissing Steve's ear and then his cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Take a picture?" Steve whispers. "I want to see."


[ooc: bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"Let me get the camera," Orpheus says, climbing off him to get his phone.



[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns his head to watch him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus comes back and kneels next to Steve to snap a few pictures.

He's gotten better at this since the last time.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve manages not to squirm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus flops next to him once he's finished and flips through the pictures for Steve.

It's a looping, swirling, colorful pattern, mirroring the lines of Steve's muscles.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles as they look through the pictures, and leans his head against Orpheus's arm.

"I like that," he says softly. "I can see your music in that."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah?" Orpheus asks, reaching up to stroke Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah," Steve murmurs, eyelids lowering. "Like..."

He hesitates, then starts to softly hum, da-da-da-di-dum.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles quietly and kisses his forehead. "Oh. Like that, huh?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I've never written a song," Steve murmurs. "I'm improvising."


[ooc: Also, Steve has gotten to say something to Teja that I've wanted him to say for a long time.]

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, that's how I do it," Orpheus says with a smile.



[ooc: Aww, Steve.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Da-da-di-da," Steve sings, smiling, and moves closer so he can kiss Orpheus's mouth, arms around his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums into the kiss, one arm around Steve's shoulders, the other looped around his waist.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes Orpheus onto his back and kisses him more deeply, still humming.

(It sounds suspiciously like 'As Time Goes By' by now.)

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes a pleased noise, hands sliding idly through the paint on Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's face, the humming fading into soft, pleased, sounds.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers trail across Steve's skin, spreading the color over his back, down to his hips and ass.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls back and picks up the brush. He smiles mischievously and draws the brush down Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers, arching his neck for Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve follows the path of the brush with his tongue.

He slowly draws along Orpheus's collar bones, then licks them, as well.