Sex is all Glitch has been thinking about for a while now, because when Wyatt's touching him and stroking him and making him feel insane for it, he can't focus on anything else.

He plants his feet on Wyatt's shoulders, helping to carry his weight. Then two fingers push and one slips in and he's wailing with want, pushing back against him.

There's fullness. A stretch. But no pain, just that slow ache of stretch. "More," he gasps.