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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 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.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus cries out, his hips jerking forward erratically until he comes with a deep groan.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve groans against his lips, coming hard in Orpheus's hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pants softly into Steve's mouth, hips and hand gradually slowing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand stays cupped around Orpheus's cheek as he leans his head against the wall, gasping for breath.

"Wow," he says faintly.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus murmurs, resting his head on Steve's shoulder.



[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and strokes his cheek.

[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

After a moment, Orpheus pulls back. "We should eat..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah," Steve agrees with a sigh. "Room service or go out?"

[golden_lyre]

"It's our last night," Orpheus says, turning off the shower. "You should pick."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve stretches, thinking, then says, "Let's go out."

[golden_lyre]

"All right." Orpheus steps out of the shower and grabs a towel for each of them, tossing one to Steve. "Where do you want to go?"