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[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.

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[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.]

[kouros]

I wish I could heal this.

[It reminds him of losing Orpheus all over again. That sadness, that pain, that anger at his brother's cult...it hurts]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus shrugs.]

I could hardly expect to get out of that without some sort of mark.

sigh phone tags

[kouros]

Still...you shouldn't have had to go through that. It wasn't fair.

lol. it's cool

[golden_lyre]

What in life is fair?

[kouros]

Hm.

[That's the only response he gets before Apollo goes back to kissing him]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus is very much okay with that. His hands trace over Apollo's skin, following the lines f muscle and ribs.]

[kouros]

[There's a few marks on his skin where Apollo left a scar for appearances only, but otherwise he's just as perfect as Orpheus probably remembers him being. He deepens the kiss, moaning softly]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus' fingers easily find those scars, tracing over them almost reverently. His lips part easily for Apollo, and he presses a bit closer.]

[kouros]

[Apollo's hands slide down to start working Orpheus's pants off. He's careful not to break the kiss, though, not when he has Orpheus so willing]

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus' hands slide around to Apollo's front, stroking over his chest. He shifts to make it easier for Apollo to undress him.]

[kouros]

[It's not very long before Apollo manages it, and he breaks the kiss to pull back and just look at Orpheus. Not the best view from down here, but it's a great view all the same]

You're gorgeous.

[golden_lyre]

[Orpheus chuckles at that, his fingers curling into the waistband of Apollo's trousers.]

Coming from you, that means quite a lot.

[kouros]

You're the child of a Muse. How could you be anything else?

[golden_lyre]

I just know how high your standards are.

[kouros]

And you meet my standards and more. Gorgeous and talented. You're perfect.

[golden_lyre]

Perfect might be taking it a little too far.

[His fingers start to work open Apollo's trousers.]

[kouros]

I don't think so.

[Apollo moves so it's easier to get his pants off.]

And I'd know.

[golden_lyre]

Yeah, I guess you would.

[He smiles and tugs Apollo's pants off, grinning as he looks him over.]

You're definitely familiar with perfect...

[kouros]

[He grins and stretches a little to show off]

The perks of eternal youth, hm?

[golden_lyre]

I think it might be the perks of being you.

[He grins back and slides a hand over Apollo's chest.]