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Glitch is sitting in his office, surrounded by books and diaries, legs over the arm of the chair and head tilted in against the back. He looks asleep, but he isn't, eyes closed and enjoying the fire roaring in front of him.

He left a note for Wyatt in his room, telling him where he was. There's a letter addressed to both of them on the side table, Ambrose's neat script on the front. But he isn't going to open it until Wyatt gets here.

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He gasps, eyes going even wider if possible, and pushes in firmly, not wanting to rush, but if that's--

If that's--

He groans, tilting his hand to reach even deeper until he's in all the way to his knuckles. "Oh, gods," he breathes. "Are you sure?"

Glitch growls again, hips bucking and the sound dying off into a whimper. "Yes! I'm sure, I'm sure, Wyatt, please..."

He can take more. Maybe he'll need a pause then, but he knows he can take more now.

The process is repeated, with more oil poured not quite steadily onto his fingers, and then three - three - fingers start pushing inside.

And all Wyatt can do is stare, and breathe, and listen to what it's doing to his lover. He isn't even sure if he's found that gland yet, and if he hasn't... He's almost afraid of stumbling across it.

After everything he read, Glitch thought this would be harder, more discomfort, but it isn't. He's finding it almost alarmingly easy, body adjusting to each new width easily and comfortably.

He's panting softly, throwing an arm over his eyes as he hears himself whimper and whine.

"So beautiful," he whispers, gently curving his fingers the way the illustration showed, pressing as deep as he can go in his search for that elusive little thing he barely even knew was there, didn't even really care for. It was just anatomy.

It's so much more now, and he thinks... He thinks he should be able to feel it. The book said to be gentle at all times, no jabbing or anything, to just...gently massage it. He can do that.

...if he can just find it. Damn, blasted walnut shaped thing. How do you go about finding a walnut knuckles deep in someone's--

Hold on. Was that--? He pulls out, and then experimentally curves his fingers the same way, pushing in.

The curling fingers have him whimpering and his hips twitching again. It feels good, no doubt, feels very good but it's not mind blowing yet. It's still enough to make him whimper and want and barely resist demanding more, because right now, this is good.

Then there's a nudge and his entire body sings. Wyatt pulls out, making him whine until those fingers push back in and he hits the right spot.

Glitch arches off the bed with a wail of pure lust.

"Oh." He thinks it's fairly safe to say he found it, and damn, is he happy he did. He grins, rubbing his fingers over that tiny little roundness, not moving one fraction of an inch away from it, because if just a nudge has Glitch wailing, he wants to know, needs to see what a little something more insistent will do to him.

It has him not breathing, because he's too tense to breathe and too high to care. He bucks wildly, moaning eventually, fingers white knuckled in the blankets and head tossing back and forth as his entire body moves on its own.

He finally manages to breathe again. "Wyatt!" It's another wail. "Wyatt, please, please, stop teasing, just do it, please!"

"I'm not teasing," he breathes, not even sure if he can get anything louder out, he's so hoarse with want and desire. "I'm being perfectly serious, Glitch.

"Do you want me? Don't beg, just tell me."

"I want you!" One hand grabs Wyatt's head, curling his whole body up and into Wyatt's. "I want you. Now. Please."

And it's returned with a kiss, and Wyatt pulls himself out of the v of his pants and slicks himself up; another kiss as he encourages Glitch with nothing but touch to unwind and scoot down and lay back; another kiss as he lines himself up and presses the tip of his cock to Glitch's entrance.

"I love it when you're pushy."

He nudges inside, then pushes. Inch by inch. Slowly.

It's a good thing he's often pushy then.

Glitch lays back, barely breathing and sucking air at the same time, and he's making himself relax but he barely wants to, he's keyed up and excited and wanting.

And he gets. He wails again, falling back panting and moaning as Wyatt keeps moving in him, going deeper, slowly and firmly.

"Yes," he moans, reaching belatedly to set the bottle down on the floor because he couldn't care less about where the stopper went, and then there's nothing else, nothing other than Glitch taking up his focus, all his senses.

Every scant inch of movement is perfection incarnate. It couldn't get any better than this, it couldn't, there's no way. "Glitch."

And then he's moving, and holding on to Glitch's hips for dear life, and he was so wrong. It's better, and getting better every last brush of skin, every slide in and out, and he's moaning out loud.

He tangles his ankles around Wyatt's neck, hands grabbing hold of his biceps and clinging with bruising force, staring up at his lover, holding his gaze with his own.

He can't look away. He won't look away. Even when Wyatt moves and he knows he's making noise, gasps and moans that carry hints of Wyatt's name under the raw exhalation of sound.

"Love you," he pants, falling into a slow, rolling rhythm that doesn't involve as much movement, but should be just enough to completely drive Glitch out of his mind with pleasure. That's his main goal, and he'll do his damned best to reach it.

"Love you," he gasps. "Love you. Love you. Love you."

Glitch's eyes go wide; his fingers scrabble at Wyatt's arms, scratching before finally sinking and grabbing again, panting breathlessly with sharp, loud, short sounds.

He's moaning still, hushed little words under his breath, silly little things about how good it feels, or how gorgeous his lover is like this, all caught up and swimming in pleasure, how beautiful he is, how hot and how tight and how incredible.

His hips keep up the pace. He's determined to bring Glitch over the edge well before he takes the tumble himself.

Glitch's hips and snapping to meet every thrust, as best he can move like this. He finally starts whimpering Wyatt's name softly, want and movement and restless lust that's heating through him like a painful, beautiful wave of pleasure.

He isn't prepared for it when it happens. He's so busy breathing and watching Wyatt's eyes with his own wide eyed gaze that the crest smacks him like a shock. He screams Wyatt's name, his entire body tensing and contorting with the pleasure.

It's the sexiest, most breathtaking thing in the world. He keeps moving, moaning from the way Glitch tightens almost painfully around him, and gently moves his legs down to around his waist instead. Then he wraps his arms under his shoulders, hands gripping them.

Kissing his neck and his chest and his face, and rolling his hips in wider circles. In and out and rocking in Glitch's arms.

"Sweetheart." He's going to explode. He can feel it.

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."

It doesn't take long, not long at all for the heat to get to him. Red in the face and down his neck and further, feeling like he's blushing all over, he loses himself in the pleasure of making love with a garbled string of noises.

He doesn't want to stop moving even after he's spent and heaving for air from it. Doesn't want it to end yet, not yet, when he was ahead of his game. Not yet.

"Ohhhhh...fuuuck..."

The rush of slick heat is still some kind of wonderful that makes Glitch shudder and moan and tremble tight.

He pulls Wyatt down on top of him, hugging him tight with arms and legs, not letting him move away. "Wyatt, oh merciful light. Don't move."

"I can't. I think I'm missing that part of my brain." He sighs, hugging Glitch close. "You're amazing."

Glitch chuckles weakly and keeps clinging to Wyatt. "That... more practice to get better? Might kill me. Better will kill me."

He drags Wyatt around to kiss him, deep and slow.

"Then--" As things go, being cut off by kisses is a very pleasant way to be cut off, and Wyatt sinks into the embrace and returns the kiss with no lack of heart, if a tad lacking in energy. It's just right. It's just perfect.

"Then we shouldn't practice any more, is that what you're saying?" He grins.