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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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[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.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs in a low rumble. "You created a monster, remember?"

[golden_lyre]

"The best kind," Orpheus answers with a soft laugh, lining himself and carefully rocking into Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws back his head with a groan.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus buries his face in Steve's neck, panting softly as he slowly starts to move.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve reaches back to clutch Orpheus's hip, panting his name.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums into his skin, dropping the cloth to wrap his hand around Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans, louder and rougher.

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, lovely," Orpheus murmurs, moving a little faster, gripping Steve firmly as he strokes.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's groans sound like they're bordering on pain. His eyes squeeze shut and his body rocks to Orpheus's rhythm.

[golden_lyre]

"All right?" Orpheus murmurs, slowing down a bit.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, yeah," Steve gasps. "Don't stop."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nips at his shoulder and picks up his speed again.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns back his head for a kiss, reaching for Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly, returning the kiss almost desperately.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve twists back as much as he can without breaking contact, holding Orpheus's face, kissing him fiercely.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves faster, pushing deeper. His fist tightens around Steve's cock.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve begins to gasp, "Yes, yes, Orpheus."

[golden_lyre]

"Fuck, Steve," Orpheus growls, nipping at his lip.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grabs Orpheus's face and kisses him deeply.