OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Should we have made a libation with this before we started drinking?" Steve asks quietly, smiling, as they climb the stairs.

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[golden_lyre]

"Probably," Orpheus admits. "Though I think the gods will forgive us this once."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Let's hope," Steve says and lets go of Orpheus so he can unlock the door.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus steps inside and leans his guitar against the wall before turning back to Steve. "There are other ways to honor them," he says, holding Steve by his hips and pulling him close.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hm," Steve murmurs, his eyes on Orpheus's mouth. "Seems to me this mostly honors just Aphrodite."

[golden_lyre]

"You think the other gods don't appreciate pleasure as an offering?" he asks, tugging Steve toward the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"From what I know of mythology, I'd have to say no."

He lets himself fall onto to the bed.

"But I've never let that stop me."

[golden_lyre]

"Anything that is good may be dedicated to the gods," Orpheus says, tugging his shirt off before crawling over Steve on the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands up Orpheus's chest. "I'd rather worship you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits up with a frown. "Don't. Not even in jest."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve frowns too, confused, but just murmurs, "Okay, honey. Not even in jest." He kisses Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

It takes a moment, but Orpheus relaxes again, letting his fingers slide into Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So beautiful," Steve whispers as he kisses. "Lovely Orpheus, sweet Orpheus."

[golden_lyre]

"Steve," Orpheus murmurs, hooking his fingers under Steve's chin to tilt his face up so he can kiss him on his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, hands spread over Orpheus's back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arches toward him, shifting to settle himself onto Steve's lap. He tugs at Steve's shirt, eager to get it off.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lets go of Orpheus just long enough to shrug off his shirt, one shoulder at a time.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss along the line of Steve's shoulder, his fingers stroking slowly over his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head with a soft hum of pleasure, and his fingers stroke through Orpheus's hair and down the back of his neck.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful, my love," Orpheus murmurs, lips pressing into the hollow of Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's answering chuckle is a low rumble. He lies back, drawing Orpheus with him, his hands sliding down Orpheus's back and into the waistband of his jeans.

Softly, "Kiss me."

[golden_lyre]

"Happily," Orpheus murmurs, leaning up to capture Steve's lips with his, his hips rolling forward slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve opens his mouth to kiss Orpheus deeply, his hips rising to meet Orpheus's.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans quietly into Steve's mouth, hands stroking over his chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles again, his hands sweeping over Orpheus's back. His kisses are hungry and gentle at once.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus responds in kind, gradually letting his hands trail lower, finding their way to Steve's trousers and deftly unfastening them.