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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]

"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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' tongue flicks out to meet his, and he hums low in his throat, a smooth, sensual tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles as their tongues touch, and his hand speeds up as he pulls Orpheus closer for a deep, hungry kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly into the kiss, speeding up as well, taking Steve deeper, riding him harder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans against his lips, breathing harder, muscles starting to tense.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls a hand around the back of Steve's neck, groaning loudly, his hips moving faster, erratically.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve thrusts up hard and fast, his hand tight around Orpheus's cock, and he pants against Orpheus's lips.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, Steve," Orpheus breathes, fingers curling into Steve's hair, his spine stiffening as he starts to come.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Tryin' to, darlin'," Steve says with a rough chuckle, and he strokes Orpheus through his orgasm.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans against him heavily, head tucked against Steve's neck, and gives a breathy laugh.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps his arms around Orpheus's back and kisses the side of his face.

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck me," Orpheus whispers, nuzzling his neck. "Really fuck me, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls out so he can turn Orpheus under him. He kisses him fiercely before pulling Orpheus's legs over his shoulders and pushing into him once more.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans, clinging to Steve's shoulders. "Yes, fuck!"