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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 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..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles at him and tugs him in by the hand. "C'mere."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus steps in and slides his arms around Steve, grinning.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns him against the shower wall and leans into him for a deep, slow kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls Steve against him, his fingers sliding lazily over Steve's spine.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him lazily, his stroking hands changing the rivulets of water that course down Orpheus's body.

[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums into the kiss, fingers caressing Steve's skin.


[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"What do you wanna do now, honey?" Steve whispers.

[golden_lyre]

"Make sure you're squeaky clean for starters."