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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]

"Nope," Steve says with a faint smile. "I just want to look."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles in return, leaning forward a little. "Look all you want."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans his head on his hand and gazes at Orpheus.

It's fair to call it adoringly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' smile is much along the same lines.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breaks eye contact when the waiter arrives with their food.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nudges Steve's foot under the table.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises his eyebrows at him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus picks up a shrimp.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve beams, leans over the table and opens his mouth.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pops it into his mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve bursts out laughing.

[golden_lyre]

"Couldn't resist," Orpheus says with a grin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Brat," Steve says fondly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus offers him one apologetically.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thank you," Steve says and primly eats it.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus reaches up to wipe a nonexistent bit of sauce from the corner of Steve's mouth.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's tongue darts out to lick Orpheus's finger.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles and sits back to eat.



[ooc: bedtime]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles again and digs in to his enormous meal.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus doesn't talk much as they eat, but he does watch Steve, fondly and seriously.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

For at least the first ten minutes, Steve is too busy eating and making yummy noises to notice, but then finally does.

He self-consciously wipes his face. "I've got butter everywhere."

[golden_lyre]

"No," Orpheus says, smiling. "You look amazing as usual."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles bashfully and murmurs, "And covered in butter," as he wipes his face again with another from their pile of paper napkins.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks and licks a bit of butter from his fingertips. "It's a good look for you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes, yes," Steve says good-humoredly, "and you also like me naked and in burlap sacks and covered in sand, and it's a good thing you do because God knows I have yet to see you in a way that makes me not want to touch you."