OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has had a busy day--busier than he anticipated, in fact, and he'd rather go back to base fresh than worn out.

And he has the key Orpheus gave him.

So it's one supersoldier, one sleepy shower and a solid eight hours later, who's asleep in Orpheus's bed.



[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I will," Steve says and kisses his chest. "I need to get a record player."

[golden_lyre]

"Someone must have one around you," Orpheus muses.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm sure someone does. I haven't asked. Other things on my mind."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "I can imagine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans their foreheads together and plays with the hair at the back of Orpheus's head.

"You'll take care of yourself while I'm gone, won't you?" he says quietly.

[golden_lyre]

"Don't I always?" Orpheus asks, ignoring the fact that his hair is still a little damp from his trip to the trilobite tank.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No," Steve says simply. "You don't."

[golden_lyre]

"I promise not to risk my life while you're gone," Orpheus says.

It's a promise he can very easily make.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Can you promise to stay out of trouble?"

[golden_lyre]

"No," Orpheus says honestly. "That isn't always up to me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Will you promise to try?"

[golden_lyre]

"Do you want me not to have any fun at all?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want you," Steve says deliberately, "to not be a bear or a bird or a sea cucumber or a patch of flowers when I come back."

[golden_lyre]

"I will do my best, lovely, to be nothing but myself when I see you again."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve purses his lips, then kisses him. "All right."

[golden_lyre]

"Acceptable?" Orpheus murmurs against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Acceptable."

Hopefully Orpheus is in the mood for some snoggin', because Steve is. It seems to him it could be a long time between kisses.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is definitely in the mood for some snoggin'. He's happy to do whatever Steve wants right now, really.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Snoggin' it is, then.

Slow, lazy kisses, his fingers in Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly against his lips, fingers stroking lightly over Steve's skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

That makes Steve smile.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles as well, nuzzling along Steve's cheekbone.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve practically purrs.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods...so responsive," Orpheus murmurs, kissing the corner of his jaw.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So happy," Steve whispers in return.