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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]

"That's not all I want," Orpheus says, touching his cheek. "But it's all I want you to promise."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Tell me what you want." He grasps the front of Orpheus's shirt. "Tell me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus frowns, his face contorting as he chooses his words carefully.

"I want...

"I want you to come back. Always. I want you to be safe and whole and happy. Always. I want you be with me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Of course I'll give you that. Of course."

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

"You'll try," Orpheus says, shaking his head. "Please, don't promise that."


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans back against the chair, mouth twisting in frustration. "We're both scared I won't come back," he says. "The only thing I can do to defeat that fear is refuse to let it win."

[golden_lyre]

"So don't be afraid, just...don't promise me something out of your control," Orpheus says, desperation clear on his face. "Please."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes Orpheus's face in his hands. "I promise you I will do everything I can to come home to you," he whispers, "and I promise you when I do come home, I will be with you for as long as you want me to be, and I will make you happy--I'll make you happy every day."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans in and kisses him hard. "Thank you," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes and exhales, holding Orpheus tight.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans their foreheads together, letting his eyes close as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's back, wanting to do more, but not just more sex. This feels bigger than anything a fuck could express.

He just doesn't know exactly what it is.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has an idea, but he isn't saying.

After a moment, he shifts to curl against Steve, head tucked under his chin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his forehead and strokes his hair.

He looks out at the ocean with a small sigh.

"I had this idea of seducing you right here on this terrace," he says softly, "but I'd rather just hold you now."

[golden_lyre]

"You can seduce me later," Orpheus murmurs, curling a hand around Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's a date."

He runs his fingers through Orpheus's hair.

[golden_lyre]

Odysseus sighs softly and hums a low tune, nebulous at the moment, but leaning toward contentment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and goes on touching him, gently, sweetly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slowly relaxes against him, melting under his touch.


[ooc: Wow, Odysseus? Way to go fingers.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls him back so they're reclining in the lounge chair.

[ooc: Hee.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles against him, lightly tracing fingers over Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him through half-closed eyes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses a kiss to his shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his fingers over Orpheus's cheekbone.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus feels like he should say something, knows he should, really, but he can't quite get the words out, so he just closes his eyes and leans into the touch.