[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 sighs and lets Steve pulling him close. He slides his arms around Steve again, tucking his face against Steve's neck.

He still doesn't know what to say.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve picks up the soap and rubs it over Orpheus's back. The paint runs down his body is multi-colored streams.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus allows that as well, for the moment just resting against Steve, trying not to think about the confusing whirl of emotions going on inside him at the moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hair.

[golden_lyre]

After a moment, Orpheus pulls back. "Come on," he says, his voice a little gruff. "We've got to stop you looking like a French postcard."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "Have your way with me," he says, completely innocent.

...and if you believe that, I know of a bridge in Brooklyn for sale.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks at that. "Not just yet," he says, taking the soap from Steve to wash his chest.

He thoroughly enjoys running his hands over all that broadness.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve doesn't smirk back, and the look he gives Orpheus is very hungry indeed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus places a hand in the center of Steve's chest and pushes him back against the shower wall. He slides down to his knees and grins up at Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans in his throat and grasps Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus mouths over his hip, nipping at the bone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head and closes his eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses along the line of his hip, nuzzling the inside of his thigh.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"orpheus," Steve moans softly, his hand combing through Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at his skin, humming a soft tune of desire.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's soft sounds may be less musical but they mean the same thing.

[golden_lyre]

And Orpheus loves them. His hands stroke up Steve's thighs and around his hips, his lips teasing between Steve's legs, steering clear of his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes slow and deep, tiny whimpers escaping now and then.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus drags his tongue up the curve of Steve's hip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

An "Ohhhh...." escapes him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles darkly, lips following the path of his tongue in reverse.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers flex against Orpheus's scalp.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back and tugs on Steve's hip. "Turn around," he rumbles.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns without question, his palms pressing flat to the wall.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses Steve's ass and then nips at it playfully.