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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]

"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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans and rolls his hips forward, humming softly to get the lube from the room to find its way out to them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes his hips against Orpheus's, teeth gnashing as their cocks rub together.

[golden_lyre]

When he gets the lube, Orpheus presses it into Steve's hand, sitting back to shuck his shorts.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him with dark eyes, and coats his fingers with lube.

"Ready?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes," Orpheus murmurs, bracing himself on Steve's shoulders and leaning forward.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him as he sinks in his first two fingers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans and grips Steve's shoulders tightly, pushing back to take him in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, yes," Steve whispers, watching him, and he twists his fingers. "My beautiful darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"Gods," Orpheus breathes, nipping his lip. "You feel so good, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him a playful kiss as he moves his fingers, and he wraps his other hand around Orpheus's cock.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck," Orpheus groans, not caring who hears or sees.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins, one hand jacking Orpheus hard and the other twisting and stroking inside him. "I love making you come undone, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

"You...learned it so quickly," Orpheus gasps. "I never stood a chance..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Always was a fast learner," Steve murmurs as he leans in for a kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him harshly, his hips bucking forward into Steve's grip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stills his fingers but keeps his hand moving, kissing him back just as roughly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus breaks the kiss to murmur, "Fuck me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus's face and kisses him harder, and then pulls back to catch his breath and get himself ready.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits back to tug Steve's shorts off.