Glitch nods. "Well... not yet." But he will be very soon. He curls his hand, the one already slicked with oil, on Wyatt's length and strokes oil over it, up and down the length until it glistens and he swears, his mouth is watering.
Then he steals the hat, perching it on his head with a cheeky grin.
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Date: 2009-09-02 10:14 am (UTC)Then he steals the hat, perching it on his head with a cheeky grin.