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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lifts his head, and rests his chin on Orpheus's stomach. He runs his thumb over Orpheus's lower lip. "I love you too, honey."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, carding his fingers through Steve's hair. "I love that you know that's what that means."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm learning to read you, I think." Steve kisses his way up Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

"That's good," Orpheus murmurs. "It's good when that happens."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts to kiss him, and then smiles and says, "Stay right there," as he gets off the bed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and shifts onto his side to watch Steve as he goes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve comes back with his sketchbook. "I need to draw you, honey."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly, pleased.

"How do you want me, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just like this." He sits cross-legged on the bed. "You look great just like this."

[golden_lyre]

Smiling, Orpheus tucks his arm under his head. "All right," he says quietly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans over to quickly kiss him, and then starts drawing in quick strokes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus watches his face intently. "Talk to me?" he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You're beautiful," Steve says softly. "It's not so easy to talk and draw at the same time."

[golden_lyre]

"You don't have to say anything substantial," Orpheus says. "I just want to hear your voice. Recite a poem or something. Tell a story."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Once upon a time," Steve says, but trails off as he draws.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "Say my name, then," he pleads quietly. "Anything, my love. Your voice is...perfect. Perfect to my ears."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve whispers. "Orpheus. Orpheus."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, his eyes closing as he loses himself in the sound of Steve's voice. "Perfect," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles at him.

He softly starts to hum the song they danced to at the bar.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his eyes closed, still smiling.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve finally puts down his pencil and stretches out his back. "I'm done, honey."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slowly blinks his eyes open, smiling, and reaches out a hand to Steve. "Come here, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts the sketchbook aside and moves to lie close to Orpheus. He kisses Orpheus sweetly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls an arm around him, returning the kiss happily.

"Are we done with the champagne, my love?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm done with it," Steve murmurs, kissing him back.