There's not much trying about it when Wyatt obliges by helping Glitch's legs up onto his back, no trying at all when he takes Glitch's hand in his.
Funny how even space can cease to exist if you're focused enough on something else entirely. Taste, touch, smell and sight and hearing, all focused on Glitch, all of them combining to send Wyatt's heart triphammering in his chest. And still, his hand around Glitch's hard cock, still, his lips and tongue mapping it out. Lips closing on taut foreskin, just to feel it, then letting it go for attending to other, more pressing matters.
He opens his mouth, looks up at Glitch for the briefest of moments before he tilts his cock up; for a fraction of a second, his mouth hovers.
And then it takes the glans in. Just the fullness has him moaning around it, the heat even moreso, and the taste - thick and earthy and salty and pungent and so warm and soft and--
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Funny how even space can cease to exist if you're focused enough on something else entirely. Taste, touch, smell and sight and hearing, all focused on Glitch, all of them combining to send Wyatt's heart triphammering in his chest. And still, his hand around Glitch's hard cock, still, his lips and tongue mapping it out. Lips closing on taut foreskin, just to feel it, then letting it go for attending to other, more pressing matters.
He opens his mouth, looks up at Glitch for the briefest of moments before he tilts his cock up; for a fraction of a second, his mouth hovers.
And then it takes the glans in. Just the fullness has him moaning around it, the heat even moreso, and the taste - thick and earthy and salty and pungent and so warm and soft and--
"Mmmmmmmm."