OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his arm around Orpheus until they're well into the apartment. "Keep me company in the kitchen?" he says, sliding his fingers just above the waistband of Orpheus's jeans.


[ooc: Adult shenanigans within.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Never." He glances at the stove. "I don't think the meat got too badly burned..."

[golden_lyre]

"Good." He smiles, carefully tucking Steve's dick back into his shorts and doing up his pants again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's body does a little shiver to settle into his clothes again.

"Okay. Where was I?" He runs his hands through his hair.

[golden_lyre]

"Making sure the steak didn't burn?" Orpheus offers, finally pulling away to pull out a couple glasses and pour the wine.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah...and now they need to finish cooking." He moves the pan back onto the burner.

[golden_lyre]

With a faint smile, Orpheus moves back to his place on the counter, glass of wine in hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Sometimes I feel like you've sucked out my brain through my cock," Steve says conversationally.

[golden_lyre]

He laughs softly. "Good. That means I'm doing it right."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I can hardly wait to hear what you want me to do to you later."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"You'll have to give me time to think about it."


[ooc: Sleep well!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You've got until after we eat." He gives Orpheus his most angelic smile.

[golden_lyre]

"I'll try to come up with something good, then," he says, smiling in response.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins even more widely and then turns back to the stove.

"Okay," he says after a moment or two, "these are cooked." He gets plates to put their dinners together.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sips his wine and slides off the counter. "What can I do?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ahh--find the bleu cheese and the balsamic dressing?" He got distracted while he was prepping the vegetables, but it's quick work to finish them.

[golden_lyre]

"I can do that."

He moves to the fridge to find them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tosses the greens and strawberries together and divides them onto the plates.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rummages around a while before finding what he's looking for and then brings them out, handing them over.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him a kiss, and then crumbles the cheese over the salad and adds the slices of steak. "I'll let you do your own dressing." He gives Orpheus a plate, takes his own, and goes to the table.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus follows him to the table, picking up their drinks as well and carrying them over. "So, fruit and meat in a salad. Let's get this daring meal started."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and has a sip of wine. "There were times when I was a kid when we felt lucky to have apples."

[golden_lyre]

He smiles softly, shaking his head. "I can't imagine that. Not as a child."

There were times as an adult when he had very little, but it was almost always by choice.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Life in the city. We didn't even do victory gardens much, during the war. Now there are rooftop gardens and community gardens and they sell herbs to grow in your kitchen." He shakes his head in wonder at it all.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives a quiet laugh. "When I was a child, there were no cities without gardens. It would have been unimaginable."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I think you had fewer people then, and more room to spread out."