Glitch's world is reduced down to just touch with flashes of something else, brief glimpses of Wyatt, beautiful and sun touched. Then there's scent, low under his awareness of Wyatt's mouth.

Because that's all he can really feel. Soft lips and slick tongue and powerful heat, teasing and exploring in ways he can't remember ever happening before.

Then Wyatt engulfs and hums and Glitch wails his name.