[OOM: Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

In the past twelve hours, Steve has been dressed for exactly two of them. he and Orpheus have slept, lounged, talked, necked (and more, wink wink), ate and slept some more. He's listened to Orpheus hum and even sing a little, and he's watched Orpheus sleep and stroked his hair, and felt equally happy doing both.

This has been one of the ... best days of Steve's life.



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hasn't done this sort of thing for a very, very long time. He'd almost forgotten how nice it could be to just be with someone. All day.

And he was trying to take Scorpius' advice and do that. Just be.

It didn't hurt that Steve had been naked nearly the whole time.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve dozes on Orpheus's chest, drifting between sleeping and waking.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets his fingers trail lightly over Steve's spine, quietly humming a meaningless tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns his head just enough to brush his lips on Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles at that, a thread of affection weaving into his tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles, low, and his hand traces lazily over Orpheus's stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arches up to his hand a little.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles again and curls closer to kiss his stomach.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly, threading his fingers through Steve's hair. "Gods, you're insatiable, you know."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rests his chin on Orpheus's hip and smiles at him. "I'm just kissing you, sweetheart."

[golden_lyre]

"It wasn't a complaint," Orpheus says. "I was just pointing it out."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Then I'm going to keep on kissing you." He moves up Orpheus's body to do just that--a gentle press of lips to Orpheus's mouth, since he's sure Orpheus's lips are as tender as his own.

[golden_lyre]

They are, but Orpheus doesn't mind so much. He loops his arms lazily around Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You keep asking about my fantasies," Steve whispers, stroking Orpheus's sides. "Tell me yours."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers trace a quick notation over Steve's back.

"I'm not sure I have any fantasies left."

It's a big part of why he wants to know about Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"None? Not even directly involving me?" He rests his chin on Orpheus's chest again.

[golden_lyre]

"Oh, there are so many things I want to do to you, lovely. I'm just not sure I'd call them fantasies."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles naughtily. "Tell me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks. "Well, for starters, someday soon I want to be inside you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks his lips and nods.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus brushes his thumb over Steve's lower lip. "How do you feel about that?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want it," Steve says and swallows hard. "I'm nervous about it, I can't lie. But I want it."

[golden_lyre]

"I'll be gentle," Orpheus promises, his voice low and gruff. "I'll make it so good for you, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know you will." He kisses Orpheus slowly, and stays close as he whispers, "You always have."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus'fingers move through Steve's hair as he returns the kiss, his other hand resting at Steve's hip, keeping him close.