OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his hand on Orpheus's back as they go upstairs -- to a new room, unused by either of them. He's quiet, too, his thoughts still on the Russian-speaking man downstairs.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his thumb over Steve's cheek. "You'll have me as long as I am able."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses Orpheus's hand to his face.

There are words wanting to be spoken, but he clamps his lips down to keep from saying them.

Instead he says, after a moment, "On the SHIELD paperwork I had to put down my next of kin and I put you. I hope that...I hope that's okay."


[ooc: Going out to dinner, back later.]

[golden_lyre]

There are words Orpheus is tempted to say as well that he holds back.

He leans in to press his forehead to Steve's. "Of course it is, lovely."


[ooc: Have fun!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes. "Good. Here's hopin' we'll never need it."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods willing," Orpheus murmurs, pressing a kiss to Steve's nose.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses him back without opening his eyes.

"My sweetheart," he murmurs against Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums against his lips, smiling as well. "My love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs their noses together.

He places little kisses around Orpheus's face.

"Do you want more, darlin'?"

[golden_lyre]

"Only if you do," he murmurs, comfortable and satisfied for the moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Wanna just neck for a while?" He nudges their lips together.

[golden_lyre]

Laughing softly, he lets his lips catch against Steve's. "All right, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him lazily, cradling Orpheus's face in his palm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums against his lips, soothing and sweet, his fingertips tracing slowly over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve cocks his leg over Orpheus's hip. His kisses are soft and slow.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles into each kiss, occasionally sliding his nose along Steve's cheekbone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts making warm, purring sounds, he's so contented.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly, fingers stroking through his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moves onto his back and looks at Orpheus through his lashes. He brushes Orpheus's hair back from his face.

"Tell me what you want."

[golden_lyre]

"Just this, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, leaning into his touch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve brushes his fingers through Orpheus's hair. "Just this? Kissing and cuddling and being tender?

"I can do that."

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," he agrees, trailing fingers along Steve's spine. "Just this."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, Orpheus's head cradled in the back of his hand. "My lovely man," he murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans into the touch, smiling and humming softly. "Always yours," he murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and kisses him again, slower, deeper.

[golden_lyre]

Moving into the kiss, Orpheus lets his fingers slid into Steve's hair.