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]

"You can have as much of them as you like," he murmurs, laying his hand over Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers press into Orpheus's skin as he kisses Orpheus harder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes a pleased noise into the kiss, nipping at Steve's lip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gathers Orpheus to him and kisses him desperately.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, arms wrapping around Steve's shoulders, pressing close to him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's kisses are hungry, rough. He clutches Orpheus to him as if he's afraid he'll disappear.



[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses as close as he can manage, eagerly returning the kiss, doing his best to be reassuring.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls away finally and draws in a shaking breath. "Sorry," he murmurs and runs his thumb over Orpheus's lips. "Got a little carried away, there."

[golden_lyre]

"No," Orpheus murmurs, pressing his lips to Steve's thumb. "Don't apologize. It's what I'm here for. Whatever you need, my love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"God, I love you," Steve says, his eyes full, and kisses Orpheus again.

[golden_lyre]

"Love you too," he murmurs, curling an arm around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tucks himself into Orpheus's embrace, his head under Orpheus's chin.

"I don't know what I need," he says quietly. "I...I think I just need to know you're here and you'll stay."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm here," Orpheus says, rubbing his hand over Steve's back. "I'm staying."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's chest and tightens his arm around Orpheus's waist.

"Will you sing me something?"

[golden_lyre]

"Of course," Orpheus murmurs. "Anytime you want."

He presses a kiss to Steve's temple before he starts to sing softly, a tune of reassurance and love.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes and relaxes. He strokes Orpheus's arm slowly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus punctuates his song with kisses along Steve's hairline.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles peacefully and holds Orpheus a little tighter.

He murmurs, "Times like this I feel like the luckiest man alive."

[golden_lyre]

"Can't be," Orpheus murmurs with a smile.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's shoulder. "Yeah," he whispers. "Can't be."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, carding his fingers through Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his cheek to Orpheus's chest. Whatever Orpheus is thinking, Steve is thinking pretty much the opposite.

He's lost his smile.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses a kiss to the top of Steve's head, noticing the change in expression. "What is it, my love?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just moody, I guess." He traces patterns on Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

"What can I do to help?" he asks quietly.