Every breath is a moan around the hardness in his mouth, but as much as he loves hearing Glitch like this, and he really does love it, a sharp spike of awareness pokes and prods at the back of his head. This is between them, and no one else, no matter how much the risk of getting caught turns Glitch on. The hand holding Glitch's extricates itself and gently, ever gently, closes over his mouth to muffle his outcries.

It will have to do. It's the least he can do, because he can't bring himself to stop now that he's started.

He can't believe he's doing this, can't believe it feelstastessounds so good. He starts moving his hand up and down Glitch's cock, working him like he remembers, and - his brain supplies unhelpfully - it's almost as if he wants to milk him dry.