[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]

"So much more," Orpheus whispers. He tilts Steve's head up to look at him for a long moment before leaning in for a kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve murmurs, "So much," and kisses him gladly.

He runs his hand through Orpheus's hair when they part, and says gently, "What are you thinkin', honey?"

[golden_lyre]

He shakes his head, smiling faintly. "Sometimes...sometimes it hits me how much I love you. I'm never quite sure what to do with that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Seve gives a soft, delighted laugh and moves so he can hold Orpheus closer to him. "You celebrate it, sweetheart," he says and nuzzles Orpheus's nose. "You be glad for it. And you can kiss me as much as you want."

[golden_lyre]

"I know in general," Orpheus says with a laugh of his own. "But in the moment, it can be...overwhelming."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"All of those work in the moment," Steve says and starts giving Orpheus butterfly kisses.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, closing his eyes. "It makes me want to sing," he murmurs. "A song for you and no one else."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans their foreheads together. "I won't ever say no to that."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him softly, then moves so his lips are by Steve's ear.

He starts to sing very, very softly, loud enough only for Steve to hear, even if someone else had been in the room with them. It's sweet and grand and truly overwhelming and flooding with love and a deep-seated sense of belonging.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes and holds Orpheus tight, trembling a little as he listens.

[golden_lyre]

When he finishes, Orpheus buries his face in Steve's neck, arms wrapped tightly around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I love you too," Steve whispers and kisses his hair. "I love you so much."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus just hums a response into Steve's neck.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shifts again so he's not resting quite so heavily on top of Orpheus. He strokes Orpheus's back slowly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts with him, curling against him. He nuzzles along Steve's jaw.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve almost asks him if he wants to go back to bed, but it's so lovely here, with the light started to get that afternoon gold and the couch just the right level of worn in, that he just goes on stroking Orpheus's back and sometimes his arm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus doesn't mind at all. He's perfectly comfortable right here, humming quietly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve brushes Orpheus's hair back from his face and traces down his cheek.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes, leaning into the touch.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and goes on caressing his face, over his cheekbone and the bridge of his nose, outlining his lips with the pad of his thumb.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his thumb, smiling. "Lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, honey?"

[golden_lyre]

"Have you...thought more about me living here?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

After a moment or two, Steve says quietly, "Yeah. I think about it a lot. I just don't know if I can keep you safe and that's always the thing that stops me. I mean, my identity is kind of a secret... but still, someone with the right know-how could still find me, and then find you... and then," he swallows and whispers, "then what would I do?"

[golden_lyre]

"Then you would find me," Orpheus says. "And you would bring me back. You can't lock me in a box to keep me safe, my love."