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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 washes Steve's neck and then kisses it.


[ooc: Have fun!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head with a soft moan.


[ooc: Have also been asked for emergency babysitting of the nephew, so will be sporadic until he falls asleep.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips lightly at his skin, his hands moving over Steve's back, washing him carefully.


[ooc: Kaykay.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes soft sounds of appreciation, his eyes shuttered, his fingers twitching.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus rubs his fingers over the muscles in Steve's back, gradually moving down toward his ass.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans forward a little, his legs spreading.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles, kissing behind Steve's ear, fingers teasing between his cheeks.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's breath catches and he shudders.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus washes him thoroughly, rubbing the cloth gently over his hole.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve makes a soft moan as Orpheus touches him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nuzzles the back of his neck. "Gods, lovely..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, darlin'?" Steve growls.

[golden_lyre]

"I love the noises you make," he whispers. Switching the cloth to his other hand, he starts sliding it over Steve's stomach, fingers still teasing Steve's entrance.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's stomach shivers under Orpheus's touch, and he arches his back.

[golden_lyre]

"Beautiful," Orpheus murmurs, carefully pushing a finger into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans and throws back his head.

[golden_lyre]

"Is this what you want, lovely," he whispers. "Want me to fuck you?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, yes," Steve grits out. "Fuck me."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans and sucks his fingers into his mouth to wet them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans against the shower wall and opens his legs wider.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works two fingers into him, twisting and curling them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's fingers scrape the tiles.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus strokes his free hand over Steve's back as he quickly works him open.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's moans are still soft, but his body is ready as if he's willing it to be.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses the top of his spine. "Gods, lovely. So eager."

He pulls his hand away and spits into it, quickly slicking his cock.