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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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[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."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I don't know if this is a seduction so much as it's me being completely unable to keep my hands off you." He holds Orpheus by the waist and licks his nipples.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shivers. "Either way, it's working."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and kisses down Orpheus's abdomen, stopping just above the waistband of his shorts.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lays back as Steve's lips move over him, and he curls his fingers into Steve's hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve palms him through his shorts, cheek pressed to his chest.

He whispers, "I want you to ride me. Do you want to do that?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans quietly. "Yes," he whispers. "Gods, yes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Out here," Steve clarifies. "In this chair. I don't care who might see."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, yes," Orpheus agrees, tugging at Steve's shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises his arms to make getting his shirt off easier, beaming.

[golden_lyre]

Once it's off, Orpheus pushes Steve back, moving to straddle his hips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve goes readily, holding Orpheus by the waist.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends to kiss him, hands quickly working open Steve's shorts.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him with a hand in his hair, other hand down the back of Orpheus's shorts to rub his middle finger between his cheeks.