Continued...

[kouros]

From here

[He smiles]

You're welcome, Orpheus.

[He pushes open the door to his apartment, making a face as he gestures to a door]

I hate this place. My room's over there.

Comments

[golden_lyre]

I prefer to participate rather than watch.

[He smiles in a way that says he is perfectly confident in his ability to find a willing partner whenever he wants one.]

[kouros]

Oh, really?

[He likes that smile]

Three thousand years of practice?

[golden_lyre]

Well, not an entire three thousand years.

[kouros]

Close enough?

[golden_lyre]

I took a few years off now and then.

[kouros]

Oh, a few years off. I see. So two thousand and eighty, then?

[golden_lyre]

Not that many years off.

[kouros]

Oh, you have been active, then.

[He sets his wineglass aside and pulls Orpheus closer]

[golden_lyre]

Had to do something with all that time.

[His voice is just a little breathless as he shifts closer.]

[kouros]

Or someone, hm?

[He smiles and pulls him in for a kiss]

[golden_lyre]

Yeah, or that...

[Whatever else he was going to say gets very much forgotten when Apollo kisses him.]

[kouros]

[He's good like that. He tugs Orpheus closer, almost on top of him, and runs his hands over as much of him as Apollo can reach]

[golden_lyre]

[That draws a soft, pleased noise from Orpheus, and he settles on Apollo, arms sliding around him.]

[kouros]

[Why on Earth did Apollo not do this three thousand years ago? One hand rests on Orpheus's ass--a very nice ass--and the other one holds his head close]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus certainly would have been amenable back then. His hand slides over Apollo's back, stroking down to the hem of his shirt to creep up under it.]

[kouros]

[When they have to break for air, Apollo doesn't move very far away]

Gods, I think you've gotten more attractive in your old age.

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus laughs a bit breathlessly.]

You...are just as beautiful as ever.

[kouros]

Flatterer.

[He kisses Orpheus's cheek]

Do you want me to stop, or can I keep going?

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus laughs.]

You can always keep going.

[Like he would ever ask Apollo to stop.]

[kouros]

Don't tell me that. I'll never stop.

[He smiles and starts pulling Orpheus's shirt off. Get that out of the way, and then more kissing]

[golden_lyre]

And that's a bad thing?

[As soon as his shirt is gone, Orpheus pretty much dives back into the kissing.]

[kouros]

[He goes to say "not for me it's not" but Orpheus takes care of that. Now that he's shirtless, Apollo takes his time to feel every scar, every muscle of the musician's body. This might just end up in a poem or something--it's just perfect]

[golden_lyre]

[There's not much in the way of scars, other than the one running around his neck, memento of the maenads. He pushes Apollo's shirt up a bit as well, wanting his hands on that warm skin.]

[kouros]

[Apollo moves so it's easier for Orpheus to strip him of his shirt, sighing a little when it's gone. That feels so much better.

When he brushes against the scar on Orpheus's neck, he stops, suddenly somber]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus hardly thinks about it anymore, really. And especially now, when he has his hands on Apollo's perfect skin, he doesn't even remember it until Apollo's fingers pause.

He pulls back just a bit to look at the god.]