For a moment, Glitch actually fights being moved, but as the pleasure surges back into relaxation, he lets himself be moved, wrapping his legs around Wyatt's waist and meeting his movements with small rolls of his hips. His arms twist around Wyatt's neck, holding him close, still looking him in the eye.
"Wyatt," he whispers back. "Yes, love you, Wyatt."
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Date: 2009-09-07 10:13 am (UTC)"Wyatt," he whispers back. "Yes, love you, Wyatt."