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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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"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..."

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All of you...

All of you...

He gasps, whimpers next into the kiss only to pull away and shake his head. Not yet, not yet, he isn't ready for it to end. "You-- We have to-- Too soon, not enough, not yet, please." He isn't sure if he's begging Glitch or himself or both, or some higher power to pull him back, away from the edge.

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Glitch is bad at hints, but he understands a shake of the head means no, and no means no.

He actually whimpers, physically whimpers and makes himself stop moving, panting and making tiny, soft noises that are near pained from having to stop. He's so hard it hurts and still he stops. "Wyatt?"

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He's struggling so hard to keep still he's shaking, but he can't move, or this will all be in vain. He can't get enough air down his lungs either, but that's the least of his concerns even if he suspects he's close to hyperventilating. It's embarrassing, but he'd rather let Glitch know than give him a disappointing surprise just when he's getting into it.

"I love you," he groans, just wanting to make that clear in case he starts rambling. "But I'm-- so close that if you move one muscle it will be over already and I don't think you want that."

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Glitch sighs with relief, thankful that it wasn't a bad stop but a too good one. He kisses Wyatt slow and soft, teeth on his lip. "Wyatt. It's okay," he whispers. "Really. It's okay."

He kisses him again.

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He shivers when teeth close over his lips, but smiles into the kiss, comforted by the response. "Just...the way you move." His voice is full of wonder, and even if his eyes are glazed over and his pupils dilated, they're filled with it too.

"You feel so good, I don't want it to end."

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Glitch kisses him again, making himself stay still, no matter how badly he wants to rock and shift again. "Just, moving how it feels good," he murmurs. "It feels good. I want to keep going but I won't, not until you say yes."

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He breathes, huffing little puffs of air over lips he could kiss until the day he dies and never regret a thing; looking into Glitch's eyes.



"Yes." He nods, not regretting it one second. "Yes."

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Glitch quirks a small smile and breathes back, deep breath and watching those pale blue eyes.

He starts to move again.

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He can do this, clinging to Glitch and kissing him like there's no tomorrow, hands struggling for purchase over sweat-slicked skin and loving every second of it. He can do this. It's not too much, and even if it is, it'll be fine. It's okay.

He hugs Glitch closer, hands gripping his shoulders from behind. "Yes. Love you. Want you. Anything you want, Glitch, anything."

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And the angle of this is hard on his legs, so he just moves his legs, wrapping them around Wyatt's hips. It slides him down further into Wyatt's lap with a gasp, pushing him wider and slipping deeper. "Oh... Wyatt, yes. Yes, yes, love you too, love you."

His toes push against the bed to give him leverage, rocking back and forth.

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And then slowly, not slowly enough, much too fast, the pressure is building up again, and he gasps, hiding his face in the nook of Glitch's neck and shoulder.

Too much too good too hot and too tight and he thinks he's about to explode and Glitch's name turns into a sob, a plea for more and not more, for everything at once, and he's coming to pieces.

He starts shaking, his hips moving erratically and not really able to at this angle, with Glitch's weight on him and keeping him there and unable to escape.

Liquid heat rushes down his spine to pool in his lower belly, then surges out through his cock and he can hear himself hollering nothing at all, gibberish, because the pleasure is too much, everything tightens and there's no release of tension--

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Glitch won't hold it against him, despite the fact it just isn't quite enough for him, even though Wyatt's sobbing his name, screaming with release as his whole body seems possessed by the pleasure, shaking and uncontrollably moving.

He holds onto him, tight and rocking in his lap still, cock trapped between them and scalding heat rushing up his body, inside of him.

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He's still shaking and red-faced and panting when he grabs Glitch's legs to pull them out of the way, lies down and takes Glitch's hard cock in hand.

This isn't over yet, dammit, he isn't done yet.

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"Hey, whoa, what-?" Being manhandled has always confused Glitch, but then- "Hello!" There's a hand on him and falls back into an easy rhythm, leaning back on Cain's thighs with his hands and hips rocking against him.

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That's it, that's it exactly. He moves his hand firmly, using the slick moisture running down the length to make things better for Glitch. One hand reaches to grip his thigh, encouraging him to move.

"Hi, there."

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He smiles, distant and absent because he's really more wrapped up in other things right now. He's close already, so close, it doesn't take much to have him arching and then curling down, coming hard and through erratic, whimpered breaths.