OOM: Orpheus, NYC

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Now that Steve has a more solid vision of the place he'll build with Orpheus, the utilitarian apartment feels even less like home. He gives the plain walls an impatient look as he and Orpheus walk through to the bedroom.

"I'm itching to get started with renovating," he complains, "and we haven't even found the right location yet."

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly as he follows, leaning his guitar against the wall. "We can get started looking, at least," he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'll get a paper in the morning." He puts his sketchbook on his desk. "We can look over breakfast.

"Right now, I think we should keep drinking this excellent champagne."

[golden_lyre]

"I think you're right," Orpheus says with a smile.

"Though, you know, we can look on the internet."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve glances at the computer on his desk. "I suppose so, though it seems like whenever I look for something I end up with something entirely different."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "Well, I'm not much better, but I'm sure between the two of us we could manage."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Tomorrow," Steve says, catching Orpheus's hand again. "Tonight is for celebrating."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus says with a grin, tugging Steve closer. "Lots of celebrating to do."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses himself against Orpheus and kisses him, wet and deep.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his arms around Steve as he returns the kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls back enough to have a sip of champagne, and then kisses Orpheus again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly, sucking the champagne from his mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and holds Orpheus's face as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles against his lips. "What?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I like the way you taste with champagne, honey," Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"You're not so bad yourself," he whispers in return, kissing Steve again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a soft "Mm" sound as they kiss.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back after a moment to take another sip himself.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him drink as he gently scratches the back of his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans into the touches and moves to kiss Steve again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves his hand to Orpheus's chest to squeeze and stroke him as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls both arms around Steve, hands sliding over his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides his hand under Orpheus's shirt and strokes the skin just above his waistband.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus trails a line of kisses along Steve's jaw, pushing slightly into the touch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head, his chest hitching as he inhales.

He tugs off Orpheus's shirt and kisses his shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tugs Steve's shirt up, hands splaying across his back. "What do you want, lovely?"