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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]

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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lifts his hips and squirms out of his shorts.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles back into his lap, positioning himself over Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds Orpheus by the hip and grasps his cock to guide himself in.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans as he sinks onto him, his head falling back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

A whimper escapes Steve, and his eyes squeeze shut.

[golden_lyre]

"Oh, lovely," Orpheus breathes, holding himself still, hands braced against Steve's chest.



[ooc: bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"God," Steve whispers, "God, you're so--good--" He bites his lip, his hips rolling up.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans. "Yeah...gods, yes." He moves with Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans back, his hands on Orpheus's chest, so he can watch Orpheus ride him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus whimpers as he moves, his eyes on Steve's face as he moves over his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's it, darlin'," Steve whispers, his hands gliding down to Orpheus's hips. "God, you're beautiful."

[golden_lyre]

"Yes...fuck, you feel good," Orpheus murmurs, reaching for his cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"So do you, darlin," Steve whispers. He toys with Orpheus's nipples, scratches his nails down Orpheus's belly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus growls softly, arching into the touches.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his hand around Orpheus's cock and begins to stroke him in a lazy rhythm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans forward then, hands braced against Steve's chest, moving his hips in time with Steve's hand.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rocks up into him, eyes on Orpheus's face. He arches up to tease Orpheus's lips with his tongue.