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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 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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slips on his own shorts, but carries his shirt inside along with his pencils and sketchpad.

[golden_lyre]

"Shower?" Orpheus says once they're inside.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Sure. We probably have sand in indelicate places."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks as he heads for the bathroom. "Don't worry, lovely. I'll clean all your indelicate places."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swoops in to hug him around the waist and loudly kiss his neck. "I know you will, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and turns in his arms to kiss him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bends him over like it's The Big Kiss Scene in a weepie.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs into the kiss, arms wrapped around Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve straightens them and leans his forehead against Orpheus's.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him slowly, pressing against him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve holds his face in both hands, kissing him.

"Shower," he murmurs.

[golden_lyre]

"Sorry," Orpheus whispers. "I was just thinking about your indelicate places."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve steps back from him and undoes his shorts.

"Why think when you can touch?"

He lets them fall, steps out of them, and walks into the bathroom.

[golden_lyre]

"I was getting there," Orpheus murmurs, watching as Steve goes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him a coy look over his shoulder and starts the water.

He steps into the shower and lets it douse him, tilting back his head. You'd like he knows exactly what kind of picture he's presenting.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus certainly appreciates that picture, and he stays out of the shower a few moments to make the most of it.

"Gods, you are beautiful..."