OOM: Steve's New York

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's apartment is large and tidy, and slowly getting more personal touches--the books that he hasn't taken to Milliways, pictures and clippings, letters he needs to answer, his dress uniform on a stand. He has a few pieces of modern technology, too, a laptop from SHIELD, a tablet that reads STARK INDUSTRIES. But it's the books that are worn, the manila folders well-thumbed.

"Tony's building us all places in Stark Tower," he tells Orpheus.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves to the window, peering out as he leans his guitar against the wall.

"So you're moving?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Probably," Steve says. "Tony would like us together, when we're all in New York. I'm the only one who lives here full-time."

[golden_lyre]

"You'd be there by yourself most of the time?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Tony's employees are there during the day, and Bruce is there a lot. I like Bruce."

[golden_lyre]

"I think you like everyone, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not everyone," says Steve as he pulls Orpheus to the bedroom. "I like everyone on my team."

[golden_lyre]

"Nearly everyone, then," Orpheus says with a smile, happy to be pulled.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Everyone who matters to me," says Steve.

The bedroom is as simple as the rest of the apartment, with a bed long enough to accommodate a man of Steve's height and a wardrobe full of khaki pants and plaid shirts. The bed would do any soldier proud, made tight enough to bounce a quarter off it.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus intends to bounce something else entirely off it. He grins and places a hand in the center of Steve's chest, pushing him onto the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets himself fall back, grinning.

[golden_lyre]

"So long as you don't like them too much," Orpheus says, climbing into his lap.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I like you best," Steve offers, placing his hands on Orpheus's waist.

[golden_lyre]

"I like you best too," Orpheus says with a smile, bending to kiss him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides his hands up Orpheus's chest as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tangles his fingers into Steve's hair, tugging up his shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve unbuttons Orpheus's shirt hastily and strokes over his chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs his shirt off and unbuttons Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tugs it off with a laugh.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits up a bit, fingertips trailing over Steve's chest. "Beautiful."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles at him with a soft, "Thank you, my love."

[golden_lyre]

His hands move lower, fingers trailing over Steve's stomach.

"You make me wish I could draw."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles as his stomach trembles under Orpheus's fingers. "You could sing me."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"I could," Orpheus murmurs, smiling down at him.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's shoulders to hold him loosely by the upper arms. "You know... you did say you'd do anything I wanted tonight."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "So I did."