[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[golden_lyre]

"I didn't think you wanted to keep me prisoner. I only meant if I don't go back to my world, I'll need clothes and things."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, good. I was worried for a second, there." He kisses Orpheus's ear. "You looked amazing in your new clothes, by the way."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "Maybe someday I'll get to wear them out."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Someday," Steve promises, smiling.

[golden_lyre]

"I didn't mind," Orpheus assures him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know, honey." He strokes Orpheus's chest. "Thank you for being patient with me."

[golden_lyre]

He laughs and kisses Steve's hair. "It hardly required patience."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Still. The day didn't quite go the way we planned."

[golden_lyre]

"There will be plenty of time for you to show me your city, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve starts to speak, then just nods against his neck. "Plenty of time."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls back slightly to look at him. "What?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve says slowly "We've always had to go back to our worlds before. It's going to take some getting used to, knowing you'll always be here." He strokes Orpheus's chest. "And I can't promise I won't always worry about you, because I will."

[golden_lyre]

"I know that. I accept that about you," Orpheus says with a faint smile. "Is...it going to be a problem? Me always being here?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No. Not a problem." He strokes Orpheus's cheek lazily. "Just a change."

[golden_lyre]

"It will be a change for me as well. Living with someone else."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Are you okay with that?" He rolls up a little and props his head on his hand.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus says, resting a hand on Steve's hip. "I've done it before, it's just been quite a while."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, his gaze roaming over Orpheus's face, and then he leans forward and kisses his forehead. "Sure do love you, music man."

[golden_lyre]

He chuckles softly, eyes closing briefly. "You too, soldier boy."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his eyelids, too.

[golden_lyre]

He smiles, humming softly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve softly kisses the corners of his mouth, between his eyebrows, the tip of his nose.

He lays his head on Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his fingertips along Steve's spine.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So glad you're here," Steve murmurs, sounding sleepy again.

[golden_lyre]

"So am I," Orpheus murmurs back, settling in comfortably.