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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[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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans their heads together, smiling too, and gives Orpheus some soft little kisses.

[golden_lyre]

"Go to sleep, my love," Orpheus whispers, tracing his nose along Steve's cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Will you hold me and kiss me if I have bad dreams, honey?" Steve murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"Of course." He kisses the corner of Steve's jaw.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Mm," Steve murmurs and kisses him back. He traces Orpheus's ear with his fingertips.

[golden_lyre]

"Everything's going to be fine, lovely," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I believe you," Steve says. HIs fingers comb lightly through Orpheus's hair.


[ooc: Bedtime.]