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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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"Then, since we want many more nights like that..." He stands up, and walks up to the book shelves, looking for 'suitable texts'.

"I mean, I'd like to help, if I can."

Rummaging takes just a few moments, before he's bringing back books to the desk and his lover.

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Glitch stays in the chair, figuring this way, he won't forget what's going on by the time he gets to the shelf.

He does get the bottle of wind out of the cooler under the desk and pours them both half a glass. "I wasn't sure what you'd feel like, so I grabbed something random."

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"Something random's fine by me." He hands one of the books to Glitch, takes one of them for himself and the glass with an appreciative sip before sitting down on the floor beside Glitch's chair. It's perfect, because Glitch makes a perfect headrest.

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Glitch giggles. He had been prepared to move to let Wyatt have the chair and sit on him, but this works.

"Okay... book. Let's see what we can find in here." He sips from his own glass and opens up the book, starting to skin the index.

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They sit in silence for a while, sipping wine and flipping through pages. Then, trying very valiantly to be objective about this, Wyatt clears his throat and starts reading out loud.

"'When engaging in anal intercourse, one needs but two things: ample lubrication, and a good amount of patience.' Lubrication, no problem. Patience, though... You find anything?"

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"I don't remember showing any patience," Glitch states, flicking through his book, reading pages as he goes. "How long was I gone? Long?"

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"Not at all." He frowns, and goes on, suppressing a cringe, "Says here we're dealing with very delicate tissues. That if you're not careful, you could cause damage."

Makes sense, he supposes. "You're supposed to relax the muscles before you shove anything in there. With, uh, your fingers or various sexual aids. Massaging, stretching."

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"Mm." Glitch takes another sip. "Well, I feel fine." He flicks and finally starts reading in earnest, finger dragging down the page.

"This one says that the only person who can judge how much preparation you need is you. Some people need a lot. Some don't. Well, not in so many words, but translated to not technical jargon."

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"Technical jargon doesn't make it any more fun to read." He tilts his head back with a smile. "You feel fine, huh?"

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"Uh huh. This says that insufficient preparation or lubrication can lead to aching, burning, sharp pain, bleeding or discomfort sitting or walking." He looks at Wyatt. "I don't have that. Any of it."

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"Huh. Let's not aim for that ever, all right? No matter how much I'd want to fuck you hard enough that you have trouble walking."

He reads on, sipping more wine, flipping through sections that make him cringe even more and hope it'll never come up ever in conversations.

But then, he finds something else, something rather more intriguing. "...huh. "

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"Oh, I couldn't walk last night. But this morning I felt fine."

Glitch reads in quiet for a bit long until Wyatt makes a sound. "Mm?"

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"There's a section on prostate stimulation."

He keeps reading.

"...huh. Apparently, a guy doesn't need any more stimulation to...you know. Theoretically."

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He says that and suddenly Glitch gasps, eyes wide with brief flashes of memory that don't feel like his own... even if it is in every way that matters.

"No. He doesn't," he murmurs. It could be either of them. He blinks and looks at Wyatt. "Hi! What were we talking about?"

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"Anal sex."

He tilts his head back, handing Glitch the book with his thumb where he was reading. "Here. Have a look."

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"Oh. That sounds like fun!"

He takes the book, laying it on top of the one he was already reading and scanning over the section. "Oooh, that sounds even more promising."

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He sips his wine, rolling it around in his mouth as he turns to better look at Glitch from his seat on the floor. He smiles, starting to like this research a bit more. "That's what I thought."

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Glitch's smile turns more wicked. "Wyatt..." And widens. "Do you want to give it a try tonight?"

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Wyatt's smile brightens in response, and he reaches his hand up to tug at one of the curls hanging down in front of Glitch's eyes.

"I thought that was obvious enough. I don't know about you, but if that's all it takes to have you skyrocketing, I gotta see it."

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Glitch giggles at the tug, ducking into it and kissing Wyatt's brow. "Do you think we've done enough research for tonight?"

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"Yeah." His eyes close from the touch of lips on his skin. "We'll take things slow, see what works for us and what doesn't. We can always go back to the books at a later date."

He pushes himself off the floor, picks up the wine bottle. "Your place or mine, handsome?"

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Glitch thinks about it, putting the books on his desk, closing them with ribbons in them to mark where they were and picking up his own glass.

"We're usually at mine. Does that bother you?"

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"Nope. Should it?" He holds the door open, gesturing for Glitch to come along when he's done.

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"No. But it might've anyway." He half skips, stumbling and righting himself and heading out the door. "My room then?"

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"Your room."

He starts walking, not feeling like steering Glitch the right way if he happens to go in the wrong direction. Not right now.

He holds out his hand with a smile.