[Milliways]: An American in Paris

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' flat in Paris is above a little boulangerie in the Latin Quarter, not too terribly far from Notre Dame. It's...very small, and that isn't helped by the musical instruments and half-finished, scribbled sheet music that are littered around the place. Everything is clean, just cluttered. It's a bit stuffy as well, though Orpheus has all his windows open.

As they step into the living room, Orpheus turns to Steve with a smile. "Bienvenue à Paris," he says.

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[golden_lyre]

"Other things are even more fun," Orpheus murmurs, his hand sliding up under the front of Steve's shirt, fingers sliding over his stomach.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Where do you suggest we start?" Steve whispers, smiling.

[golden_lyre]

"Hm..." Orpheus palm presses flat against Steve's stomach. "You wanted to kiss me in my bed..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So I did. Do." He puts his hand over Orpheus's.

[golden_lyre]

"Come on, then," Orpheus murmurs, pulling back to drop onto the low bed, stretching out in invitation.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls off his jacket and hangs it over the bedpost. he starts to climb into the bed too, then pauses, smiles naughtily, and slowly unknots his tie.

"A little striptease music, if you please?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "Have you been frequenting gentlemen's clubs as well, Steve?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head. "I am merely a red-blooded American boy trying to please his man." He pulls his tied out of the collar.

[golden_lyre]

"Just wondering if you were picking up tips from anybody else," Orpheus teases, stretching his leg out to slide his toes up Steve's leg.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Sometimes it's just dancing to the beat," Steve murmurs, climbing onto the bed, and he holds himself over Orpheus as he dips his head to kiss him.

[golden_lyre]

"I thought you didn't know how to dance," Orpheus murmurs, looping his arms around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's a metaphor, sweetheart."

[golden_lyre]

"I know, lovely. And that was a joke."

His hands move up under Steve's shirt again, sliding over his skin.


[ooc: Wee pause for showering.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ah...I still don't know how to dance."


[ooc: Kaykay. Will be making dinner meantime.]

[golden_lyre]

"I expect you'll learn sometime," Orpheus says quietly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve caresses his hair and kisses his forehead.

"I'm in no hurry."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and kisses him, pushing up Steve's shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels up to tug it off.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus runs his hands over Steve's stomach and chest slowly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles down at him, then lowers himself again to kiss Orpheus deeply.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums into the kiss, tangling his fingers in Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tugs at Orpheus's shirt to work it up his body.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to help him get it off, tossing it to the side and pulling steve in close again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his chest a few times before going back to his mouth.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides his hand into the back of Steve's trousers, groping his ass.