[oom: Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

[Previously.]

Steve's hand hovers over the small of Orpheus's back as they go upstairs to his room. He's still not sure what happened earlier, when they tried dancing, but the more important thing is that Orpheus is hurting and it's within Steve's power to help. Maybe even make him feel better.

This, he thinks, is what you do when you care about someone. Two backs to carry the burdens.

"Do you need help undressing?" he asks when they're in Orpheus's room.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles as well at that, shifting to nuzzle along the line of Steve's jaw.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans back his head with a quiet moan, his eyes closed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' lips drag across Steve's jaw, his beard rasping over Steve's skin. His hand slowly moves along Steve's chest, palm pressed flat to his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans slightly louder at that.

[golden_lyre]

"What do you want, lovely?" Orpheus murmurs into his ear, his voice lazy and still a little raw.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hesitates, stroking Orpheus's hair.

"Just kiss me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gives a low chuckle into his ear. "Where?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at him from under his lashes. "Anywhere you want to, music man."

[golden_lyre]

"I want to kiss you everywhere," Orpheus whispers, lips brushing his ear as his tongue flicks out lightly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, God," Steve groans with a shiver, eyes closing again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus will take that as a compliment.

He presses soft, lazy kisses down the column of Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand combs restlessly through Orpheus's hair.

"Don't you need to rest? You were so tired..."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus admits, and he's not sure how long he can keep this up. "But I'd rather kiss you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So would I," Steve whispers and kisses his face.

[golden_lyre]

"Good," Orpheus murmurs, kissing along his cheekbone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve scratches the back of Orpheus's neck, and kisses his mouth whenever it's close enough.

[golden_lyre]

It frequently is, but Orpheus also kisses down Steve's neck and along his collar bone, mouth lingering at the hollow of his throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He gets Steve to breathe a little harder every time he does that.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus loves that. Even knowing as little as he does about what's happened to Steve, it gives him a little thrill to be able to make his breath come faster, even a bit.

Eventually, as he's nibbling on Steve's shoulder, he sort of...gives in, resting heavily against him. His lips still catch lazily on Steve's skin, but it could hardly be called kissing anymore.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve curls an arm around him and kisses his hair.

"Go to sleep. I'll stay if you want me to."

He brushes Orpheus's hair back from his face.

[golden_lyre]

"I want you to," Orpheus murmurs, his arm draped across Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve hugs him a little closer. "Okay.

"Good night, Orpheus. Sleep well."

[golden_lyre]

"Good night, lovely," Orpheus mumbles. He starts to hum a lullaby, but he falls asleep a few notes in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes his hair. His last whisper is very soft indeed. "Good night, music man."

[golden_lyre]

[ooc: iz ded of cute]