thekidfrombrooklyn | OOM: Orpheus

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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.

"I like them," Steve says simply and then rubs their noses together. "Eskimo kisses, too."

"That one I know," Orpheus says with a smile.

"The only other kiss I know is the soul kiss, and I know you know that one."

"Yeah, I think I've got it down," Orpheus murmurs, stroking his fingers over Steve's cheek.

Steve rubs their cheeks together.

Orpheus kisses his ear.

"Do you need a lullaby tonight, lovely?" he asks, worried about Steve's dreams.

"I would love a lullaby, honey," Steve murmurs and gets comfortable in Orpheus's arms.

Orpheus thinks for a moment, stroking Steve's hair. Then he starts to sing, voice low and soothing, of peaceful nights and pleasant dreams.

Steve breathes slowly, smiling, and strokes Orpheus's chest.

Orpheus keeps singing, his lips moving against Steve's forehead occasionally.

Eventually Steve's hand stops moving. His breathing evens out and he relaxes against Orpheus even more.

Orpheus keeps singing until he's sure Steve is out, then continues humming to himself a while longer until he drifts off as well.

If Steve dreams, it's of sunshine and music.

His favorite kind.

[ooc: Aww, Steve.]

[ooc: :)