[ Placing a face to the name is hard after all these years and interdimensional travel. It rings familiar, and there's some vague memories of talking to him, but they had never been close. D'Artagnan became a footnote in a longer story that he'd skimmed over without paying close attention.
Still. He'd kissed Luke (and maybe Luke kissed back). But America had kissed others (and done more with a few), boys and girls, the makings of American legends and normal people who quietly made their own histories. Fallen in and out of love more times than is probably advisable. Fidelity was tenuous even with the ones who liked him back. As far as he's concerned, Luke could have fucked his way through all of Wonderland and it wouldn't make a difference. America's just happy to have him back, and he shows as much with gracious kisses along the shaft.
If he's honest it's also to show how much better his kisses are than anyone else's. ]
Waited 'til his competition was outta the way to make a move? Either he's real considerate or he knew I'd shower ya with so much attention you wouldn't wanna be anywhere but by my side!
[ He crooks his fingers with every rock of Luke's hips. Pulling back just millimeters from the head, he squints up through the steam, his breath drifting over the sensitive skin as her murmurs: ]
Nothin' about you is ugly, Luke Smith. Not your skin, not your soul, and definitely not your smile.
[ And then he swallows the whole thing to the root with the eagerness of someone who doesn't realize that they're probably going to encounter another sexual disaster. The only saving grace is that he moans Luke's name in a rumbling voice as his head bobs instead of arguing about whales. ]
no subject
Still. He'd kissed Luke (and maybe Luke kissed back). But America had kissed others (and done more with a few), boys and girls, the makings of American legends and normal people who quietly made their own histories. Fallen in and out of love more times than is probably advisable. Fidelity was tenuous even with the ones who liked him back. As far as he's concerned, Luke could have fucked his way through all of Wonderland and it wouldn't make a difference. America's just happy to have him back, and he shows as much with gracious kisses along the shaft.
If he's honest it's also to show how much better his kisses are than anyone else's. ]
Waited 'til his competition was outta the way to make a move? Either he's real considerate or he knew I'd shower ya with so much attention you wouldn't wanna be anywhere but by my side!
[ He crooks his fingers with every rock of Luke's hips. Pulling back just millimeters from the head, he squints up through the steam, his breath drifting over the sensitive skin as her murmurs: ]
Nothin' about you is ugly, Luke Smith. Not your skin, not your soul, and definitely not your smile.
[ And then he swallows the whole thing to the root with the eagerness of someone who doesn't realize that they're probably going to encounter another sexual disaster. The only saving grace is that he moans Luke's name in a rumbling voice as his head bobs instead of arguing about whales. ]