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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wanted someplace warm, so Orpheus delivered Australia. Steve considered himself a fairly seasoned traveler, since he'd been to one end of the States to the other and seen as much of Europe as a man could in wartime--but Australia is like no place else. Ancient and mysterious while open and friendly, starkly beautiful in some places and overflowing with nature in others.

Best of all, there's no shortage of warmth.

Steve has acquired a decent tan on his pale Irish skin, a basic understanding of the Australian accent, and a reputation among other tourists of always winning the drinking contests.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus buries his fingers in Steve's hair, groaning into the kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Standing, against the wall," Steve whispers against his lips. "Me holding you up. I love it like that. It's so raw."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans again, nipping at Steve's lip. "Yes...fuck yes, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him again, just as fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes up off the bed, pressing against him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gathers Orpheus to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls a leg around Steve's hip, arching into him, rocking their hips together.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kneels up, holding Orpheus against him, kissing him hungrily.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps his arms around Steve's shoulders, fingers scraping over his back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans him against the headboard so he can kiss him deeply.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus whines softly into the kiss. "Fuck me," he murmurs. "Gods please...fuck me..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Holding him with one arm, Steve searches for the lubricant.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus clings to him, shifting so he can spread his legs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ah," Steve murmurs, pleased, and opens the cap to slick up his fingers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus squirms impatiently, nipping at Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Ready, darlin'?" Steve murmurs and gives Orpheus's lips a quick kiss.

[golden_lyre]

"I've been ready since you said you wanted to fuck me," Orpheus growls.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve moans with a shudder, and pushes his first two fingers into Orpheus slowly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rolls his hips, riding Steve's fingers, his head thrown back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"On, yes," Steve whispers and kisses his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Before long, Orpheus mumbles, "More...please..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes in a third finger and watches Orpheus's face with half-closed eyes.

[golden_lyre]

"Gods," Orpheus breathes, his head thunking against the headboard as he wraps his legs around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his ear and whispers roughly, "Are you ready for me? Tell me you're ready for me."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus groans. "Fuck me..."