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 hums in satisfaction, going limp under him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clasps him tight, breathing heavily.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to let his leg fall from Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Sorry, honey," Steve murmurs and moves his weight off Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"Mmmm, 'ts fine," Orpheus says, stroking lazily over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lays a leg over his hip and kisses him sweetly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans his head against Steve's.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes his cheek, looking at him fondly.

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' eyes close, and he hums softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve goes on stroking his cheek, gazing at him.

"I love your face," he whispers. "I love the sweep of your cheekbones and the pillow of your lips. I love the slope of your nose. I love every one of your eyelashes."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, slowly blinking his eyes open.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You have the bluest eyes I've ever seen."

[golden_lyre]

He laughs softly. "Don't spend much time looking in the mirror?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles. "Not much, no."

[golden_lyre]

"Because your eyes are beautiful," he murmurs, reaching up to cup Steve's cheek in his hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hand. "Thank you, sweetheart."

[golden_lyre]

"It's true," Orpheus says. "You don't have to thank me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's good manners to thank someone for a compliment," Steve replies primly, and kisses his wrist.

[golden_lyre]

"No one ever taught me that," Orpheus says, moving his hand to touch Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Different times, different mores." He lays his head on Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his hair and strokes his fingers down the back of Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve relaxes completely against him.

[golden_lyre]

"Tired?" he murmurs into Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Little bit," Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

"Mmm, me too," he replies quietly. "Tomorrow we can look for apartment space..."