He chuckles at the sheer enthusiasm, and he knows like such a lovestruck fool, but that's fine. "Spread your legs a bit for me, I wanna see what I'm doing." He pats Glitch's hip. "We'll get to this in a while."

He plucks the stopper from the bottle and on a whim, drizzles some of the oil all over Glitch's groin. Up the length of his cock, over his balls, and then, a tiny little bit into the palm of Wyatt's hand. Stopper goes back, and he holds the bottle out.

"Hold this? Might need more later." It's time to get to work, but not the way Glitch thinks. It's time to work their way up to it, not dash madly for the finish line.