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 smiles and reaches for the bottle. "Bed?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Bed. And if it gets messy, even better."

[golden_lyre]

"It better get at least a little messy," Orpheus says, arm curled around Steve as he tugs him toward the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and pulls Orpheus to him for another deep kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, almost stumbling as he backs toward the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve catches him up in his arms and grins at him. "Gotcha."

[golden_lyre]

"You always do," Orpheus answers with a smile, leaning into him.


[ooc: Off for a bit.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Always," Steve whispers and give him another kiss.

And then grins wickedly and tosses him onto the bed.


[ooc: Kaykay.[

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs as the champagne sprays out of the bottle.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oops," says Steve, utterly unrepentant, and stripes off his shirt.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wriggles back, grinning up at Steve, and kicks off his shoes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve drops onto Orpheus and starts licking up drops of champagne from Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

"You're gonna ruin my jeans," Orpheus teases, squirming a little. "I paid all of three dollars for them..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Guess we oughta take 'em off, then," Steve says and yanks them down Orpheus's hips.

[golden_lyre]

Laughing, Orpheus wriggles out of them, grinning up at Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins back, and then dips his head to kiss Orpheus's mouth.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps arms and legs around him, the bottle wobbling precariously, spilling a bit onto Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flinches. "Ahh! That's cold!"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "Oops?" he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Gonna do something about it, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

"Hmmm, maybe," he murmurs, leaning up to lick up a trickle of champagne as it runs over Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shivers and licks Orpheus's throat.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his free hand over Steve's back, fingers sliding in the champagne. He offers Steve the bottle with a grin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes the bottle, gives Orpheus a look, and pours some into Orpheus's navel.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, shivering, utterly relaxed and happy.