Blood thundering between his ears, he trails his free hand down to work on the buttons - buttons here, buttons there, he gets the fact they're safer if you like going commando, but they can be very, very frustrating.
"It'll get better." He looks up slightly self consciously, because he has only the slightest idea what kind of business he's about to get down to. Receiving is different to giving, or so he imagines. It's got to be. Pulling Glitch's pants down just enough to free his cock and sac, Wyatt allows himself a cheeky grin. Two can play that game.
He swallows, letting himself look his fill (even if he doubts that's even possible) before bending low to kiss the very tip of the glans. He'll work himself up from there. ...down. Down from there. He'll go from there.
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Date: 2009-08-25 07:06 am (UTC)"It'll get better." He looks up slightly self consciously, because he has only the slightest idea what kind of business he's about to get down to. Receiving is different to giving, or so he imagines. It's got to be. Pulling Glitch's pants down just enough to free his cock and sac, Wyatt allows himself a cheeky grin. Two can play that game.
He swallows, letting himself look his fill (even if he doubts that's even possible) before bending low to kiss the very tip of the glans. He'll work himself up from there. ...down. Down from there. He'll go from there.