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After dinner, DG and Azkadellia headed off early, due to the fact that they had an early morning presentation that DG didn't want to go to.

It left the boys together, comfortably full and picking crumbs off plates. Kalm was lying on his side, Glitch lazily rubbing his slightly swollen belly as the boy settled in to digest. Raw was eying off the fire place, which had been lit and stoked up and had a large rug in front of it that was inviting rolling and lazing.

Kalm belched and Glitch laughed, patting his stomach. "Excuse you."

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It steals his breath away and pushes blood in all directions, just that little spike of sensation. He turns his head the other way, kissing Glitch like it's the last thing he'll ever do and it needs to count; open-mouthed and chasing his tongue and holding his head close so he can't move away too soon.

Moving away is the last thing on Glitch's mind, not when Wyatt's kissing him like that, when he hasn't been kissed like this in what feels like an age. Glitch leans back, pulling Wyatt over him as he keep the kiss deep and open lipped, teeth still nipping and tugging.

He sinks into Glitch's arms, spreading his legs to straddle him, and not once taking his hands away, not once breaking the kiss. Teeth on his lips, tiny little teases and hints of pain and pleasure, hands grabbing at him to keep him close, long fingers and soft lips and the smell of citrus. He groans, and the only comeuppance he can think of is catching Glitch's tongue with his lips and sucking on it.

Suggestively.

Glitch wraps his arms tighter around Wyatt, pinning them together and pushing up against his body.

Then Wyatt suckles, so suggestively, and Glitch moans aloud, flipping them over and kissing Wyatt deeper and harder.

He wants too much, what little is left of his capability for rational thinking deigns to inform him right that moment. He wants Glitch. He wants to make love. He wants to feel everything there is to feel of closeness and intimacy, and that's just far too much. He wouldn't last one minute, and that wouldn't make a good impression, now, would it.

It wouldn't.

And as if to further make this point, he shivers from the brush of Glitch's body under him, and from the strength in him as he rolls them both over without any attempt at ceremony or tact. They need neither.

He moans as he's kissed again, and the roles are reversed. His hands move down the length of Glitch's body, coming down to rest curved over his buttocks. And to squeeze.

Glitch breaks the kiss to laugh and gasp at the squeeze, pressed tighter to Wyatt's body by the motion, rolling against one another and feeling heated hardness under the layers of clothes.

His hands bury in Cain's short hair, tilting him for the perfect kiss, deep and hungry and longing and heated as their bodies.

He whimpers from feeling Glitch that up close and personal and heavy and hot and wonderful, moans from the way he's taking matters into his own hands, as it were, and the kiss... It completely obliterates rational thought.

He wants Glitch. All of him. Naked and riding him and wearing his hat, and fuck the rest.

"Want you," he pants. "Want you, feel so good, all of you."

Glitch bites his lip again, tugging on it and sucking it since Cain has so thoughtfully stopped trying to suck his brains out through his tongue.

"Got me." He breaks his attack to peel off his shirt and throw it aside almost violently before dropping back down to kiss Wyatt's mouth again.

By now they're already dark and swollen from kissing, but he won't tell Glitch to stop nipping at his mouth when every last one of them feel like a heatwave.

"Ride me."

Glitch pauses, not sure he heard that. "Pardon?"

He swallows audibly, staring up into warm, brown eyes. Gut clenching with a sudden, fresh wave of nerves. "Ride me.

"Make love to me."

Glitch stares a for a moment. "Okay."

He sits up, moving to lose his pants as quickly as humanly possible before turning to help Wyatt get naked... again, as fast as he can manage.

His shirt comes off without much fuss, and his vest too, and then the pair of them can share in the frustration of belts and buckles before he can finally worm his way out of his pants.

He's realized something, having been deprived of Glitch in every sense of the word for this long. "It...it isn't just sensory deprivation, Glitch. It's you. It's you."

Glitch catches Wyatt's hand, squeezing it with his own as he settles on Wyatt's thighs, straddling his body and looking down. "I know. I know it is. Just like you should know that it's you, too." He presses Wyatt's hand to his chest, over his racing heart.

He nods, fingers flexing over muscle and skin, mouth suddenly dry as the entirety of what they're getting themselves into sinks in fully.

To the hilt.

He shivers, blushing. Regardless, they're doing this together. "I know."

Glitch pauses, hands on Cain's chest and looking down at him. "I- uh. Don't really know what-"

His head tilts and he looks up for a moment. "Um... Okay. I need a moment, in the bathroom, I'll so be right back, okay?" He leans down and takes a long kiss. "Right back."

He slides off Wyatt and hurries to the bathroom.

Wyatt blinks, about to confess that he doesn't really have much experience in this particular area of love-making either, and then Glitch decides to up and take care of business on his own. Being kissed makes it better, but the confusion lingers.

"Okay. Right."

While Glitch is away, a thought strikes. He gets to work.

Socks off, covers off the bed and draped neatly at the foot of it, sheets bunched up just so and...grinning and knowing it's the strangest, most embarrassing turn on he's ever known, the hat. It's within reach in case Glitch wants it.

Ride a cowboy, save a horse.

There's whispering form the bathroom.

It might be strange for Cain, when he thinks back, to hear it. It's Glitch and Ambrose briefly arguing before Ambrose tells Glitch to shut up and appreciate the gesture.

It's Ambrose who carefully picks out unscented oil and uses it on himself, carefully blank about what's going on.

It's Glitch who comes out of the bathroom shortly after, carrying the bottle in one hand and smiling with both shyness and cheeky lust. He comes back over, setting down the bottle and straddling Cain's thighs. "Hey."

It's strange even now, but he's busy enough with his own preparations. Fluffing pillows, trying to present himself from his best side - though he isn't sure just what that is.

He ends up trying to relax in the middle of the bed, legs crossed at the ankles and not really looking anything at all like suave or nonchalant. But seeing Glitch's smile changes that. Who needs affectation when you've got this much affection?

"Hey. You look like the cat who got the cream."

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.

Puns aside, just seeing Glitch reach for him has Wyatt inhale sharply - and then, heat, slick heat, and he knows it can only get better once they figure this out, it can't possibly go any other way.

He bites his lower lip, eyes glinting as Glitch rights the hat. Running his hands up Glitch's thighs to hold on to his hips, he takes a steadying breath. Then, he murmurs with a tease of a grin. "How do ya want me, cowboy?"

Glitch giggles, body restlessly shifting and rolling with want, the promise of what they're about to do. "I'm not the cowboy here, Wyatt..." He shrugs shyly. "Is this... I mean, it seems good to me. This is sort of how I thought about it," he confesses huskily.

"Seems better than good," he says, soft-voiced in the quiet of the room. He thinks that's about to change soon, but right now... Right now it's all he can do not to pull Glitch down for more kisses.

"I've had a few ideas along the way, but not since you told me how to save horses. As long as I can see your face, I'm a happy camper."

Glitch giggles again, but it's muted with the thrill and tension of this. He shakes his head slightly to make sure he's focused and then leans back, awkwardly trying to line up right, teeth worrying on his lip until he feel the very tip push and-

"Oh."

He shivers. One of Wyatt's hands stays where it is, rubbing Glitch's hip soothingly, while he reaches between them with the other, to steady himself.

"Yeah."