Date: 2009-09-03 05:44 am (UTC)
So can Wyatt. Pressure, hot, hot, silky soft pressure surrounding him, and blunt nails scratching his chest, and Glitch's breathy voice dancing in his head behind his eyes.

"Oh, Glitch," he pants. "Easy. No need to rush, right? I don't want to--" He could stay in this moment for days, he wouldn't love it any less. He can feel Glitch's pulse all around him.

"--to hurt you."
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