[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]

Orpheus is quick, not wanting Steve to feel uncomfortable. In a few minutes, he's back with a discreet paper bag and a smile. He takes Steve's hand again when he returns. "Let's go home, lovely."

He's found he rather likes saying that.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Home," Steve murmurs, pleased, and kisses Orpheus again as they start to walk, hand in hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and squeezes his hand, heading back toward the subway.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

As they journey back to Brooklyn Heights, Steve tries to concentrate on the food and not peek into the other bag.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps it close to him anyway, so there isn't much opportunity for peeking. When they get to their stop, he takes Steve's hand again, winding their fingers together as they head for Steve's apartment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Do you want to eat first or save that for later?" Steve asks as they climb the stairs.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus considers this for a moment, weighing pros and cons. "Let's save it, unless you're hungry now."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I can wait." His hand trembles a little in Orpheus's grasp.

[golden_lyre]

He nods and brings Steve's hand to his lips to kiss the back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles, watching him, and then unlocks his apartment door.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus turns to him once they're inside and takes the bag of food from him.

"I want you to go into the bedroom and undress for me and lay on the bed," he says calmly. "But first I want you to repeat this: Green means go, yellow means stop this one thing, red means stop completely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Green means go," Steve says steadily. "Yellow means stop this one thing. Red means stop completely."

He nods and goes into the bedroom, and methodically undresses. He lies on the bed and closes his eyes, breathing slowly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus forces himself to take his time putting the food away and opening the bag. When he does come into the bedroom, he stops in the doorway a moment to look at Steve, smiling faintly.

He moves to the bed, perching on the edge of it, laying a hand on Steve's thigh. "No matter what happens, if you say red, I will stop. And I want you to know that I've got you. No matter what."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts his hand over Orpheus's. "I know, sweetheart. I trust you."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and bends to kiss Steve softly. From the bag, he pulls out a set of leather cuffs. He has no illusions that they would actually hold Steve if he tried to get out of them, but they'll do for the purpose.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's eyes widen at the sight of the cuffs. He holds out his hands, wrists together.

[golden_lyre]

"Over your head," Orpheus says gently, opening them up.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises his arms over his head.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans over him to attach the cuffs and then fasten them to the head board. Once they're secure, he moves to stroke his fingertips down Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes a slow, deep breath, his gaze going hazy.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, tracing random patterns with his fingernails over Steve's skin. "Oh, that is beautiful, my love."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Goosepimples rise on Steve's skin. He breathes, "May I speak?"

[golden_lyre]

His smile deepens. "You may."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Should I call you something--something different?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus considers that. It isn't often he's done this sort of thing--not on this side of it, certainly--so he's never had to come up with something. 'Sir' feels to impersonal; 'master' is the wrong relationship.

"You may call me, 'my prince,' if you like," he says after a moment.