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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 notes that they're alone, because it is immediately relevant to his plans. "Everything." He wraps his arms around Wyatt's neck. "Absolutely everything."

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"Good..." He starts rubbing Glitch's neck slowly, gently, hoping it isn't too much of a distraction.

"There's not one part of you I didn't miss."

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Glitch sinks, a boneless puddle of happiness with that touch. "Even my zipper and inability to cope with buttons?" He sounds happy.

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"Yes. I love your zipper, of course I missed it." He keeps up the massage, tucking Glitch's head against his chest.

"I missed helping you with your buttons too. Missed dancing with you. I even missed your glitches, strange as it sounds."

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"I had a lot of those," he says casually. "DG says I ran away from Azkadellia twice, and Ambrose forgot who Her Majesty was." He leans in, safely tucked in close and enjoying the massage. "I missed the way you call me Sweetheart and the smell of leather and dust when you come in from outside. I missed waking up because you've kicked me and then cuddled me in close again."

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The smile fades, but he keeps touching, keeps holding his lover as close as possible. "I missed the look on your face when I call you Sweetheart. Even if you remembered me before I said it, your eyes would light up like magic. I missed sleeping with you."

A beat.

"I missed every interpretation of that term. I missed holding you. I missed being mushy and sentimental and giving everyone else cavities from the way we were behaving."

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Glitch rolls to face Wyatt more, wriggling to be pressed in against him and looking into those pale blue eyes he adores so much. "I missed you."

He fingers stroke Wyatt's cheek. "Just... you."

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He nods, catching Glitch's hand to keep it there and close enough to kiss. "Everything about you. The way you trust me. The things you'd let me do for you. The way you love me."

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He nods again. "Like I said,"he murmurs with a smile. "Just you."

He steals a deep, long kiss, lapping Wyatt's lower lip before nibbling it lightly.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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

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

"Make love to me."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.