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"Mmm, belated birthday," Wyatt replied in a pleased purr as Lukas peppered kisses on him, "But we don't talk about that. 'M gettin' too old..."

He enjoyed it - not the getting old, but the affection, leaning to give more room and expose more sensitive skin. Though he would often behave more prickly and feign annoyance at Lukas' antics in public, the confines of the truck did not count apparently. Lukas could place a red and bruised brand on him with those lips then and there and Wyatt would let him, then wear it that day with no complaint if the man were so inclined.

"But I'm getting some mixed signals here - do you want me to finish my burrito or kiss you?"

Not that there was much left of his burrito by now except for the mostly-tortilla end, which he popped into his mouth, making the prior question moot.

Upon being pulled closer, Wyatt managed to hook a leg along Lukas, providing just that much more closeness so Lukas could know just how much Wyatt was enjoying this. As if the gentle moaning didn't do that already. On, and that little gasp and hips bucking against hips when Lukas attached himself to his neck, hard, and exhilarating.

Okay, so it had been a long time for the incredibly touch-starved and incredibly intimacy-charged man since he'd had this kind of attention. Honestly, he couldn't exactly remember getting this kind of attention, seeing as he was most often the one seeking to provide it, but... Sentiment still standing, it took embarrassingly little to get his uh....attention. Still, the truck, in the parking area of a somewhat public place, where there was a liklihood that children and their parents could walk by was probably not the place to be umm.... Having one out.

Not that he wanted their first time getting too hot and bothered together to be in the truck, either. So, Wyatt tried to get his thoughts back in focus....but damn if Lukas wasn't so.....

"Aren't mm-most breakfasts sugary enough to be dessert a-anyway?" Wyatt managed to retort.

"Hmmmm, yes, but another part of being an adult-" Wyatt pulled back, straightening up his posture, however reluctant he may have really been, "-is knowing when you shouldn't indulge your desires," he ended with a sigh and a gentle brushing of the back of his fingers against Lukas' cheek.

There was that warm lust-drunk haze in his eyes which he closed as he collected himself, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"I'm in no rush - I know this dessert isn't going to spoil while I take my time building up my apatite. I might take a small taste here and there, but I know the wait will make it all the sweeter when I'm ready to consume-" or be consumed by "-it."

He knew it didn't really matter how fast or slow they took things, No really, anyway. And although he was 99% positive that it wouldn't, he didn't want their relationship to lean too much on physical intimacy, and he worried that if he gave it all up to Lukas too soon and too easily that it could. Such were things that went through his mind when he had too much time to get stuck in it. It honestly didn't help that the last lockbox trial he had gone through on his Wonder had featured his more superficially intimate worries.

All said though, he needed a distraction. The kind of distraction that going for a long ride would surely help provide.

"The days aren't as long as they used to be - we're wasting daylight."

Wyatt couldn't help but give a little chuff of a laugh at the nuzzle, glad that at least Lukas didn't seem too put out about ceasing their lustful fun.

Before Wyatt could reply to the next statement, Lukas was already getting out of the truck, and over to his side by the time Wyatt had opened to door and slid out. It was a pretty big truck. Tall. Wyatt was also on the shorter end of the height spectrum, so sliding out was pretty accurate.

Finally, Wyatt replied, "I wouldn't call it greedy when this is already exclusively yours." there was that impish look on his face, teasing, cocky, and casual all at once. He closed the door on the truck, ready to make their way to the barn.

"Hn, nothing wrong with my hips. I'll be fine," Wyatt replied with a light tone, "if my knee starts bothering me I'll let you take care of that later though."

Knee is usually where the pain started. its when that pain started shooting up his leg that things got, well.... Wyatt thought back to that evening the year prior. If he hadn't freaked out in his camper, just how far was Lukas gonna take it? Well, that really didn't matter now. He wouldn't dissociate next time. He'd be in the moment, fully focused on Lukas - the man who endured all of Wyatt's bullshit for them to come this far.

It was too early for Wyatt to even consider the L word; all things considered they were just now getting to know each other on a more intimate level. Smitten was too whimsical a descriptor... He couldn't put a word to what he felt. What he did know was he wanted very much to do this right and have a healthy, long-lasting, happy relationship with Lukas.

Wyatt may have slipped a hand into the crook of Lukas' arm slightly, casually, as they neared the barn.

Wyatt might have made a sarcastic comment back, but poor Lukas, the moment that barn door was open, he was all but forgotten as Wyatt went over to the stalls.

The first horse was more interested in nosing around in the straw by its feet, but the next was simply looking over the inner door. Wyatt reached to pet it, side of the save first, then that velvety nose. This was something a lot of people got wrong - you never go for the nose first. It freaks horses out. It would probably freak you out too if you saw a hand coming at your face and then disappear. The vanishing-point in a horses' vision was larger than a human's due to their eye position.

Wyatt spoke gently, warmly, to the creature, have it a gentle but substantial pat on the neck and continued down the barn, checking out each horse that was accessible to his attention. Some enjoyed some vigorous throat scritching, others seemed indifferent to the attention. He was in the middle of petting one when the next one 'in line' decided it was impatient; it craned it's neck over and with nimble lips started 'nibbling' at Wyatt's shoulder.

"Excuse you," Wyatt said to the horse in a chiding tone, giving the one he had been petting a parting pat like he had the others, and sidestepping to the next stall that held the impatient horse - a rather young and ornery paint horse. How that it had his attention, it bobbed its head and sniffed at Wyatt's hair before heaving a heavy breath at him.

Wyatt pet the horse, talked to it as he had the others, and when he proceeded with throat scritches, the horse's upper lip raised in a comical expression as he stretched out his neck for more access to the scritches. When Wyatt had to stop because his arm was growing tired the horse let out a disgruntled whinny and bobbed his head before ramming his nose against Wyatt's shoulder a couple times.

Wyatt chuckled at the horse before hollering over his shoulder to Lukas, "I like the rude one."

Lucky for Lukas, Wyatt was oblivious to the picture taking, or else he may have gotten a few more bratty ones. However Wyatt was too absorbed in giving them all his attention to pay any mind to him for a moment. He'd make up for that later and the post-event gratitude really set in. For now, Wyatt was living in the moment, not a thought of plotting or pre-planning running through his mind. 'Anxiety,' his therapist would say. Others just thought him a bit of a control freak, but for now, Lukas had given him more than just a day to spend together doing something he loved, with creatures he loved.

Wyatt chuckled and took the harness, "I think I could turn that one around on you - you did choose me, after all." There was a smirk on his face laced with the glow of genuine joy. Then, playfully, "-but, what fun is there in easy?"

He lead the horse over to be tacked up, and 'Lemondrop' seemed compliant enough, until it came to the saddle. Wyatt waited patiently though, and soon enough the horse had to take in a deep breath, and that is when Wyatt tightened the buckles - a 'dirty' little trick to make sure the saddle was well secure. Lemondrop gave a low noise in response, and Wyatt patted him on the neck and laughed.

Now was his turn to observe Lukas - did he already have a horse here he was fond of? -and other questions entered his mind.

"All these food names - are those real or are you just hinting at desserts you'd like?" Wyatt asked with a playful yet incredulous look, before pointing at one of the other horses - a palomino with some light white dusting, "I bet that one is 'Sugar Cookie,' or something."

'Lemondrop' let out a light sound and started bobbing his head, as if either laughing at Wyatt's joke or agreeing. Mischievous as Wyatt's selected horse probably was, he stood obediently as his rider got up into the saddle. Wyatt was going to do a few rounds around the fenced yard just outside the barn before they could head to the trails to get a good feel of the horses gait.

His posture was tall and straight, regal in a way, as if he were born and raised to be in the saddle. He took Lemondrop from walk, to trot, to canter and his own hip movements to counter any jostling made it all look so smooth that one would almost expect Wyatt could balance a bowl of water on his head and not lose a drop.

Despite it being over a year since Wyatt had last ridden, he had a natural talent for it. It was something that was practically in his dna. The only place he was more at home than he was here in the saddle would have been on his wonder.

He could imagine it though - riding across the sands of Uranus and the vast expanse of desert with the ever-present winds cool against them as they made their way from one oasis to the next. There were times that thinking such things made him...so incredibly homesick. Homesick for a home he had never experienced. Nostalgic for a time he'd never lived in this current life. And sometimes he felt like he was chasing that feeling - doing everything he could to get as close to it as possible. Recreating a life he didn't know, but felt deep in his starseed. There was a certain kind of agony there in not being able to grasp those familiar comforts.

But there was the horses, and riding, and that was close, so close. If not for the bitter kiss of the winter air he maybe could have closed his eyes and been there...

He brought his horse to a halt near Lukas and Caramel, "Ready?"