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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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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."

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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."

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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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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?"

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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.

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"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."

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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."

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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."

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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..."

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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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"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."

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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.

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"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?

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And then he knows why there's words and thought and coherence, and it makes so much sense. Glitch needs him. He can do this. He knows this, because some things just aren't that different, doesn't matter if you're with a woman or a man.

His hands move down, smoothing down to steady Glitch's thighs from below. He spreads his legs, bends them at the knees and plants his feet flat on the mattress. "Lift yourself up, Glitch, just a little bit. It'll feel good, I promise."

He hopes. But guys wouldn't do this if there weren't something in it for everyone involved. ...right?

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Glitch's head drops down, chin to his chest and staring through his curls with a heavy lidded gaze. With another breath, he shifted up just a little before sliding back down with a low sound.

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He moans, fighting the urge to squirm all over the bed because he won't move his hips yet. He won't hurt Glitch, he can't, and he won't.

"Are you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?" This is important, and more than that, it's his first priority. Second priority is making sure this is better than good for Glitch.

"Or you could just...try rocking back and forth."

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"No, not hurting. Not at all. Just... I can feel so much." His voice is breathless and full of wonder. "I can feel everything." Excuse him a moment, he's just coming out of a minor glitch there.

He finds the right balance and draws up, muscles tensing before he lets himself slide back down. He cries out when he does, jerking slightly mid slide and pushing down a bit harder. "Holy, merciful light."

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"Me too, Sweetheart," he gasps, hips twitching, his sac pulling up from the added stimulation.

And that sound goes straight to his heart. His mouth's watering but his throat's dry as a desert. He swallows visibly. "Yes. You feel so good, Glitch, so good."

The next time Glitch pulls up and sinks down again, he'll push back in. He can't stay still much longer, he needs to move.

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He does it again almost immediately, because there's something - prostate, his mind supplies - that's making this all kinds of wonderful and wanting to repeat the slow, heavy acting a bit faster.

He groans as he moves, pushing back down with a roll of his hips that feels right and works like moratanium in a magic sword, wrenching a cry from his mouth with a heavy pant.

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Knowing Glitch is finding his rhythm, Wyatt joins him, moving his hips as gently as he can to act counterpoint to his lover's rise and fall. He remembers loving these first few seconds right before you're moving in perfect tandem with your lover, when your body seems to take over and before you know it you're left shuddering in its wake. Time ceases to exist, and all you feel is pleasure. Anyone can have sex. But this is more.

He moans out loud from deep down in his chest, and he'll swear something is melting him from the inside out. He wants more noises, more sounds, more gasps rolling off Glitch's lips. He can do this. He can do this without spontaneously going up in flames.

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"Wyatt," Glitch breathes out, drawn into a moan and whine. Now he's starting to find a rhythm, his body seems to be remembering things he doesn't, the way to roll his hips to send sparks up behind his vision and, he thinks, to pull and tighten around Wyatt in him.

He doesn't pause, now he's found that rhythm. He's no sooner pushed down than he's drawing back up, back arching to push back down with a moan and murmured words and a smile starting to grace his face.

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Every panting breath comes out a moan, and he pushes his head back into the pillows, white-knuckled hands gripping Glitch's hips and encouraging him to keep moving, don't stop, never stop, even as his own hips keep rolling. He can't stop, can't take his eyes away from the shiny, soft curls dangling in front of Glitch's face, from the long expanse of his neck and his pale chest and pink, pointy nipples to his flat tummy and the dark, silky curls framing his cock and balls, to his legs and his arms and his gorgeous, strong hands.


Breathtaking.

Beautiful.


"Glitch. Yes. Yes."

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Stopping is far, far from Glitch's mind. He's not stopping when he can do this, breathless and feeling wild, fingers tight on Wyatt's shoulders as he slams back against him. "Gods, yes, Wyatt, feels so good, can feel it, feel so much, never felt so much, never been so good..."

He pushes and grinds his hips down, rubbing the head of Wyatt's length back and forth over that spot, breathlessly laughing with wild abandonment to just feeling and sharing.

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He can't take it anymore, he's got to kiss that smile and swallow the laughter and drown in it all. He pushes himself up, bracing himself with one arms behind his back, the other going around his lover in a one-armed hug. His hips don't stop moving - how could they possibly when it feels this good - but now he's kissing Glitch's face, and that somehow makes it so much better. He didn't think it possible, but it's how he wanted it to be with Glitch.

Happy and beautiful and intimate, sunshine and laughter and love just waiting to explode between them.

"You smell like sunshine," he groans. He won't last much longer, he can feel it, can feel himself being overwhelmed by it all too soon. "Glitch."

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Glitch surges to hold onto Wyatt, arms tangling around him to cuddle back, to meet his kiss, which smothers the laughter and noise but not the smile or the panting, even when they're lip to lip. He rocks in Wyatt's lap, hard and fast, kissing and nipping and grappling his sweat slicked skin "Yes, yes, don't stop, don't stop, Wyatt, want you, want to feel all of you, all of you..."