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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]

"Yes...fuck, don't stop..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him and pushes into him deeper.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans as Steve moves in him, fingers scrabbling over Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus tight as he fucks him, his lips grazing Orpheus's mouth and cheekbone and chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus growls, his hips bucking forward, rubbing his cock against Steve's belly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds him with one arm, and wraps the other hand around his cock.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, fuck," Orpheus gasps, hands settling at Steve's shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"God, you feel good," Steve gasps.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, lovely," Orpheus murmurs. "You too, lovely. So fucking good." He bites his lip hard as he gets closer to his orgasm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve jacks him faster, pounding into him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' cry ends in a choked gasp, his back arching as he comes over Steve's hand and belly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slows his hand and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers as he comes down. "Don't stop, lovely," he breathes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slides his hand under Orpheus's ass and hitches him closer. "Tell me when it's too much," he mutters and his hips speed up again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lets his head fall back against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws his head back, his body shaking as he climbs closer and closer to coming.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, lovely," Orpheus breathes. "Come on...give in for me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clasps Orpheus closer and buries his head in Orpheus's neck.

His groan is soft and low, as his legs shake and his fingers spasm. "Oh, God, Orpheus..."

[golden_lyre]

"Steve," Orpheus whispers, stroking his hair. "Oh, my lovely Galahad..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans against Orpheus, still supporting him, gasping for breath. He rubs his lips against Orpheus's skin.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his temple and nuzzles along his hairline.

Eventually he disentangles his legs behind Steve and brings his feet to the ground.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles roughly. "Always worried I'm gonna break you. Guess I didn't this time."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus huffs out a laugh. "Not quite, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Good." He kisses Orpheus sweetly. "Can you walk?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks. "As far as the bed? I think I can manage."