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"Imagine all you want, I lived it. I bet yer arse that my family has lots of pics from when I was kid, matching outfits with my sis. Sometimes overalls, sometimes dresses. I looked good no matter what, until I grew out of all that twinky looking stuff. These muscles would be far too buldging for most dresses." He gave Wyatt another squeeze just to flex a little, then closed his eyes, enjoying the little touches. Had he been a cat, he'd be purring.

"Mmm... I assure you it's nice and safe in their valley with all them gun-totin' neighbors. Ain't nothing stupid or magical gonna come take over when you got them country folk armed to the teeth. If anything' I can imagine them holdin' them hostage and makin' them til the field they try to destroy." The very thought of his ma beating a Negaverse half to death with a shot gun made him snort, and the idea of retiring there became much more vibrant in his mind. Yeah... Once he knew the people at this park could take care of themselves, he'd head back home, Wyatt in his arms.

The little kisses had him giving a pleased little grunt, them harsh memories from just a few moments ago pushed away by Wyatt's overall randiness.

"Aww... You lookin' for some lovins, sweetpea? Gonna show me some comfortin' moods since I'm just sooo soo sad right now? Ain't nothing sweeter than your kisses to fix my achey breaky heart."

"Ain't it though?" Words were quickly being lost on Lukas as Wyatt worked his special sorta magic that only he had. And when his hair stopped being played with and attentions went elsewhere, well, who was he to deny that lovin?

"Now you know I don't mind it one bit. Especially not when you---" A breath caught in his throat, and his fingers immediately went to Wyatt's hair, tugging it back with a little bit more force than he meant to, though apologies died on his lips since he knew just how much his love enjoyed it.

"Wyatt." He scolded lightly, pushing his head lower down where he knew he was aiming for anyway. "Can't be leavin too many marks where they can see. Just how much teasin do you think I can handle?"

"No, I don't, but I know they'll see more than one. And you're a biter, I'mma be all marked up. They know I ain't innocent but come on love." Even with his chiding, he couldn't bring himself to shoo Wyatt away too much. His own voice became deeper, more willing to play along with this increasingly dangerous game.

"I know what you're getting at, and you're getting quite close... But careful, careful... You keep playing this game, how are you gonna cook if you're all lied up recovering in bed?"