He smiles, kissing his way up the center of Glitch's chest, hands following on either side with firm caresses over ribs that - Wyatt would like to think - grow fainter for each passing day. He doesn't much care for order or structure when they're in bed together, but one thing he does care for is attention to detail. Or, simply, paying attention to the small things.

Like dipping his tongue into Glitch's navel. Like pressing his lips to the tip of his sternum. Like using his flat palms to rub over Glitch's nipples, while he moves ever higher with his mouth.