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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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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.

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He keeps a steady hold on Glitch as the orgasm works its way through him, one milking him dry with gentle, firm strokes, the other caressing his shoulder and neck. He smiles, breathless and filling to the brim with warmth and joy and a smidgen of pride.

"Come here, Sweetheart..."

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Sinking bonelessly onto Cain and sprawling there with a small sound is almost like coming close because he was beckoned. He's grinning like a lunatic, panting softly and happily exhausted. "We- have to do- that again."

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"Yeah," he agrees happily, hugging his lover close and grinning just as brightly. He kisses his forehead, nuzzling the edge of the zipper.

"Amazing."

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"Hey Wyatt...?" He turns up into the kiss and nuzzle heavily.

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"Yeah?" He cups the back of his lover's head, and even his hand feels leaded and heavy. It's wonderful.

Please excuse his lack of wordiness. A brain melt can do that to a guy.

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"Think I'm going to pass out for a while. Maybe until morning. 'Kay? I love you, but I'm exhausted."

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"Good plan."

Glitch isn't the only one, as weeks of pent up tension and fatigue finally catch up to him full force. It won't be long before Wyatt's out like a light, holding on to the man he loves. All is well. All is as it should be, and both of them can finally begin to heal. They're home.