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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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve goes on stroking his cheek.

He sings very softly, "'Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you, and the way you look tonight...'"


Maybe he's stealing a trick from Orpheus.



Maybe.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles faintly, humming along with him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"'You're lovely, with your smile so warm, and your cheeks so soft...'"

He sings slowly, like he's trying to remember the words as he goes. (Which is true.)

"'There is nothing for me but to love you and the way you look tonight.'"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus never quite sings along, but his humming carries the meaning with it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"'With each word,'" Steve sings, slow, in a near-whisper, "'your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart... and that laugh that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart...'"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pushes himself up to kiss Steve, murmuring, "Lovely," against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Never, ever change," Steve murmurs and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

"Keep that breathless charm," Orpheus continues.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Won't you please arrange it," Steve whispers and starts to smile.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him rather than going on.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, arms around his neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him slowly, humming against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve licks into his mouth as if he expects to taste the music.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums around his tongue, the tune taking a more sensual turn.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hands move down Orpheus's back to press him closer.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to move closer, sucking gently on his lip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers work under Orpheus's shirt to stroke his warm back.

[ooc: Pause for dinner.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums in contentment, hands sliding around Steve's hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes up Orpheus's shirt and starts kissing his chest, slow and teasing.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shifts to pull off his shirt. "I knew you'd get around to seducing me eventually."