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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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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."

Glitch's hand on Wyatt's chest tightens briefly, looking down on his lover as he wriggles and pushes back a bit more, feeling himself slide and Wyatt ease into him.

His eyes are wide. He isn't breathing, because anything might mean he feels it less. "Oh goodness. Oh my gods, I can feel you..."

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."

"Okay. Okay." No rush. No rush at all, except the fact he wants more, wants everything. He tips his head back to take a deep breath, blowing it out slowly and sinking down further with a whine and shudder. "Oh god, Wyatt. I can feel you. I can feel you."

He can feel all the blood drain from his face and down to pool and surge between his legs; he can't remember the last time he was this hard and aching and lightheaded.

He moans, his hand slipping along warm, humid skin as it returns to curl around his lover's hip. "Glitch-- I need you to lean forward, Sweetheart. Use me as leverage. On your knees."

He has no idea where the words are coming from, can't for the life of him figure out how he can talk, let alone form coherent sentences.

"Huh?" Glitch blinks and then nods, realising those are suggestions for him, not just sounds that make the tension coil tighter in him.

He shifts, gasping as it moves Wyatt in him; he comes to his knees, both hands curling on Wyatt's broad shoulders. He doesn't think he'll be able to see after this, but who needs sight when you can feel this way?