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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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Wyatt's sheer attentiveness is addictive. It almost feels like he's abusing his sensory dependence, to soak in the attention, the touches and the looks and the tasting, oh he loves the tasting so much.

He arches and rolls and stretches under Wyatt, half giggling and half moaning as hands skim his chest.

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"Ticklish?" Not that he'll take advantage of it right now if that's the case, but it might be fun to know. Just one of those details that makes up the big picture.

And if he gets sidetracked by the long, long neck on his way up, no one needs to point it out. Even if this is where the teeth come into play. Little nips soothed away by kisses and flicks of his tongue, mapping every last square inch of skin all the way up to his earlobes, one after the other.

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The little whine suggests that yes, Glitch is ticklish. But that is really not for now.

He loves every nip and every bite and every kiss that comes after it. It all has him gasping and whimpering slightly and wriggling with want.

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It's doing a number on Wyatt as well, just listening to his lover is enough to heat him up good. By the time he reaches Glitch's lips for a kiss or a dozen, he can almost taste those sounds he's making.

But first: "Clothes off?"

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Glitch kisses back with want and hunger and a hint of teeth. He tastes his skin on Wyatt's lips and lust on his tongue.

"Mm... mine?" He wriggles and starts pulling his pants down.

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More kisses follow, as Wyatt unbuttons his own shirt and pants for later, then obligingly helps Glitch throw his pants off the bed.

Then more kisses, of course, because why should they rush into anything when just being close is enticing enough?

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Being close is hypnotic and wonderful and electric and he wraps his legs around Wyatt's waist and steals more kisses and more tongue and teeth and more touches over the broad shoulders, pushing under his shirt and half down to bare skin. "Mm... all mine."

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"All yours," he murmurs over hot skin; hands trailing down, over the rise and fall of Glitch's chest and lower, fanning out over hips and thighs and gripping them, keeping them there as he presses into kisses that shouldn't ever have to end. Hot, sweet kisses that taste of love and passion and feeling too much, but he doesn't care. Nothing is too much with Glitch.

"All yours."

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Glitch actually groans, head thrown back and arching in unspoken, possibly unthought invitation as Wyatt grasps his thighs, his hips and kisses him, kisses him the way he needs.

"Wyatt. Oh sweet light, Wyatt."

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They'll get there before the evening is through, but this preview of sorts is more than welcome, and just happens to be something that Wyatt's had on his mind since the first time they had a tumble together. Just like this, Glitch under him, with his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck.

Or, why not with his knees hooked over Wyatt's arms, or his ankles around his neck... Any of them would be just as much fun to explore.

His smile grows just a touch wicked, as he raises himself up to look at his lover. "You're giving me ideas, Sweetheart. That's almost never a good thing."

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"I'm sure I'll like your ideas," Glitch murmurs, smiling and sighing. "I'm sure of it, they'll be wonderful and good and we'll need to explore them a lot."

The movement tips him, drags his legs up a bit more, making him shiver. "Be wicked. Go on."

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"We won't know what works best for us until we've tried a great many different things," he agrees, picture perfect poster boy for innocence incarnate, glancing at the bedside table the moment before he reaches for the bottle.

"Like your legs over my shoulders while you lie back and let me do all the work."

A beat, then less with the innocence, more with the intent and focus. "You ready for this bit?"

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Glitch's eyes go wide, barely nodding. He scrambled, walking his feet up Wyatt's chest to slide his ankles around and behind his neck, crossing them over one another. "Something like that," he purrs.

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He chuckles at the sheer enthusiasm, and he knows like such a lovestruck fool, but that's fine. "Spread your legs a bit for me, I wanna see what I'm doing." He pats Glitch's hip. "We'll get to this in a while."

He plucks the stopper from the bottle and on a whim, drizzles some of the oil all over Glitch's groin. Up the length of his cock, over his balls, and then, a tiny little bit into the palm of Wyatt's hand. Stopper goes back, and he holds the bottle out.

"Hold this? Might need more later." It's time to get to work, but not the way Glitch thinks. It's time to work their way up to it, not dash madly for the finish line.

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He shifts again, planting a foot on either shoulder, further apart for how broad Wyatt's shoulders are.

He whimpers and gasps at the feel of the oil, cool, but not cold, warming easily and quickly. He grasps for the bottle, catching it with a hand and pushing it into the mattress, fingers tight around it.

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"That's better." His left hand starts softly rubbing the oil in, fingers dragging over hot flesh and thick, springy curls. His right hand presses over the skin just below Glitch's sac, and drags downward, until it covers the tiny little muscle. That hand starts rubbing slow circles, just moving the skin and muscles, not actually moving out of place; the other is rather more straightforward, in that it takes hold of both cock and balls, for a more traditional, but just as gentle massage.

"You're perfect like this."

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It wasn't what he expected, but then he didn't know what to expect anyway. He pants softly, slow and heavy breaths and enjoying the touch, the slick movement and intimate touching.

He tries not to move, to let Wyatt decide how far, how fast, control it all.

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Maybe he wasn't too intrigued by everything that book laid out in perfect detail, but he's a fast reader, and he doesn't tend to forget things under normal circumstances. The book said a great many things, but the two things he's making sure to stick to is taking things slow and gentle, and to listen to his partner.

Glitch says stop or go, that's what's gonna happen.

"Hey, Glitch? Talk to me. You're still in charge, Sweetheart."

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"Mm?" Glitch looks up with a contented sigh and another wriggle. "I'm good, it's all good. I'll say stop if I don't like it."

He wriggles back a little against Wyatt's hand. "I like this. Don't stop."

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"Uhuh."

Down, down, spreading oil everywhere he touches, between Glitch's buttocks, giving them a squeeze one after the other, planting kisses to his feet, Wyatt's making the most of this and loving every second of it.

Until Glitch is slick with oil everywhere it counts and them some, and perhaps unfortunately, Wyatt's patience is starting to wear thin. At least where not moving things forward is concerned. He shifts his grip so both his hands are on Glitch's behind, spreading his cheeks and working at the tiny pink hole with his thumbs.

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He giggles at the squeezes and wriggles into them, feet flexing and then curling at the kisses with smothered laughter. He is ticklish, but it feels wonderful.

Then he's hoisted up, stealing his breath as he's spread wider and thumbs tease and start to push. His eyes roll back, hips twitching slightly.

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This up close and literally in his face, sex is all Wyatt can think of, from the smell of Glitch's cock and balls to the way his breath's changed to the way he moves, everything sets Wyatt on fire bit by bit.

He wraps his left arm around Glitch's hips to keep him there, bends his right arm around his hip and gently pushes his balls out of the way so he can...

He's really going to do this. He really is.

Two fingers replace his thumbs, just rubbing and stretching for a little while before he starts working one of them inside. Slowly. So very carefully for fear of hurting his lover.

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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.

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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.

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Glitch actually growls, a flicker of something fiercer than his usually sweet and laughing disposition during sex. He arches again, pushing harder back. "Oh yes, yes, Wyatt, more, more, dammit! Deeper!"