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]

"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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't know," Steve says and gives him a helpless, tight smile. "But you're here and you love me, and that helps a lot."

[golden_lyre]

"I am," he says, "and I do," and he kisses Steve lightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls back a little to look at him, and brushes his thumb over Orpheus's cheek.

"Do you want to sleep?"

[golden_lyre]

"Only if you do," he murmurs, fingers trailing over Steve's spine.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I could sleep," Steve says, but moves closer for another kiss anyway.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles against his lips, leaning into Steve. "That's not sleeping, lovely," he points out.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Nope," says Steve, "it's kissin'."

[golden_lyre]

"Well spotted," Orpheus murmurs, kissing him again.


[ooc: Bedime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Kiss me until one of us falls asleep?"


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"All right," he whispers, nuzzling Steve's cheek before kissing him again, slow and easy.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back, lazily, gently.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly against his lips, fingers trailing gently over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nuzzles their noses together.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, rubbing the back of Steve's neck.