[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]

"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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs and wiggles his hips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, his hips arching up. "What do you want, lovely?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Hm..." Steve presses back, giving Orpheus's jaw a nibble. "I don't know. What do you want?"

[golden_lyre]

"Oh, no," Orpheus says. "This is your trip. It's all about what you want."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and just holds Orpheus close a moment, then whispers, "Would you let me fuck you?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets out a low breath and nods. "Yeah, I would," he says quietly, curling a leg over Steve's.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans quietly into the kiss, hands moving to unfasten Steve's trousers.