He reaches for the bottle, plucks it from Glitch's hand and thumbs off the stopper, not really caring where it lands. He won't risk anything. More oil, on his fingers and easily flowing where it needs to go; he pulls out, and when he pushes back in, it's with two fingers working their way deeper.

If Glitch is sure, he'll trust his judgment.

The heat is just-- And the pressure around his fingers. "Tight. So tight." He wonders how on earth he could fit in there last night.