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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 keeps his eyes on Steve's. "Come on, lovely," he murmurs. "I want you to come for me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand curl into Orpheus's hair, and he buries his face in Orpheus's neck. He comes with a muffled cry, his body finally slumping to a stop.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus carefully lowers his legs, arms curling around Steve, keeping him close.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gasps against his neck, arms loosening reluctantly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his hands slowly over Steve's back, humming quietly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his hair. "Lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, honey?"

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know. I just...I'm glad you came here with me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and runs his thumb over Orpheus's lips. "Me too."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his thumb then wraps his hand around Steve's wrist and presses his lips to Steve's palm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles.

After a moment he says, "Hey... do you remember that thing I said I wasn't going to say unless you said it first?"

He swallows.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus swallows as well, pressing his cheek to Steve's palm as he nods.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I really want to say it anyway, especially since I don't know if I'll have the chance again.

"I guess... I guess I want you to know I'm thinking it. I'm thinking it so much."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus frowns and wraps his arms tightly around Steve, holding him close, burying his face in Steve's hair.

"When you come back," he murmurs. "Say it then."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve inhales, and then kisses him and strokes his hair.

"Deal."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him again, and again, and again, holding Steve's face in his hands.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses and kisses and kisses him back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' fingers slide through Steve's hair. "Beautiful," he whispers against Steve's lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses along his jaw.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums and strokes over Steve's back.

"We should get you out of the sun, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Guess so," Steve murmurs and finally withdraws from Orpheus with a sigh.

He starts to gather up their clothes.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls himself to his feet and does the same, not at all caring that he's standing naked on the balcony.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs as he throws Orpheus's shorts to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins as he catches them, slinging them over his shoulder.