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It was a rough twenty four hours. Luckily, once Glitch went down to sleep, he stayed asleep for several hours, only waking for a meal, a few more glitches and random insanities including the stubborn belief that he had to attend a ball in an hour and his dress wasn't ready before passing out again curled up in Wyatt's lap.

However, plenty of water and staple foods, interspersed with healing sleeps and Raw treatments were showing a difference in the morning. Glitch was awake and mostly with them while the others packed up to head back to town. He and Wyatt would stay here, in the quiet and peace to let him heal up a bit more before being bombarded with town.

Plus Raw had some images to bring up for the Tin Men and Palace Guard. Assaulting a headcase was bad enough. Assaulting Her Majesty's personal advisor was a whole different kettle of razor filled fish.

But, waving the car away, wrapped in the blankets from the bed and snuggled in, Glitch looks up fondly at Wyatt. "I love our family... but I love seeing them go sometimes." He hugs Wyatt's waist.

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"Here I was, settling into some quiet not-sexual time with Ambrose, and then you pop in," he teases, eyes drawn to the tempting display. "Tipping the scales the other way."

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"Sorry," he said, sounding not in the slightest bit unapologetic. "I think Ambrose was pondering sucking your thumb too." He did it once more, surging to close his lips around the thumb to the first knuckle and sliding back off again.

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Pupils dilating, his eyes couldn't be more focused. "So to avoid temptation, he lets you have all the fun, is that it?"

His cock twitches in sympathy, or maybe jealousy of the treatment his thumb's getting, and for one, tiny little moment, it hits him how erotic a thought it is to imagine Ambrose doing this to him.

The moment following immediately after, he wonders if he'll ever survive having two lovers. Wonders what sets them apart.

He'll find out in due time. If he's just patient.

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Glitch smiles slightly, Ambrose's soft, quiet smile. "Maybe," he murmured, repeating his slow, teasing action on Wyatt's thumb, sucking a bit harder as he backs off this time, gaze downcast and sighing with a slight moan.

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"Tease." It's fond, loving, but he means every last letter of it. He moans when Glitch does, leaning his head closer. He doesn't even know what he's hoping for, a kiss or a taste or the very, very strange mental image of kissing and licking each other around his thumb.

"Oh, Glitch."

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"Mm-hm," Glitch agrees with a giggle, looking up at those brilliant blue eyes and then sucking on his thumb again, lips firm as he slides them down to take all of the digit before pulling back up again.

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He moans louder, kicking off the blanket for the heat rushing through his veins to pool and surge between his legs. He's hard as a rock, and from what? Foreplay.

But two can play this game. In fact, two's a requirement.

He reaches down, his arm pressing its way between the mattress and Glitch's side, his hand bending and reaching and fingers fanning out to grab hold of one, firm, just big enough butt cheek.

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Glitch shifts up just a bit to let Wyatt shove his arm between him and the bed, still watching his eyes and moving to take his thumb in his mouth again.

He squeaks as his butt is grabbed, giggling and wriggling closer before doing just that, sucking harder, adding a hint of tongue.

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"I have no idea how you do it," he grinds out breathlessly, eyes flicking between Glitch's eyes to his mouth. "How you make me feel like the sexiest man alive."

His fingers rub their way down into the warm, humid, tight space between his buttocks.

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"You are the sexiest man alive," Glitch purrs, both hands curling on wyatt's and controlling the movement of his hand as he sucks his thumb more, teasing and suckling and lapping. He whimpers slightly at the fingers exploring him, pushing back a little.

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"You're just saying that to make me harder." He grins, fingers splaying out over Glitch's cheek, and further down, coming together and pushing down and over the tantalizing bump and hollow of muscle.

"I want you. I want you."

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Glitch murmurs happily, moaning softly in his chest. "Saying it 'cause it's true." He sucks again, down and slowly up. "I could do this to other parts of you, you realise."

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"No kidding. What do you think I've been imagining since the moment you started treating my thumb like a sticky treat?"

He grinds himself into Glitch, feeling there's no reason why he can't give as good as he gets. "Please."

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Glitch giggles again and beams. "Good! You were meant to."

He wriggles down the bed, because now he's suggested it, he really, really wants that. he gets level with Wyatt's cock, licking over it eagerly.

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He groans out loud, tangling his hands gently in Glitch's hair to silently encourage him, to keep him there and not moving away, because he's missed this, didn't know how much until Glitch's hot mouth was on him and doing unmentionable things.

"Oh, Gods--" He's really missed this.

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Glitch does to Wyatt's cock what he did to his thumb. Starting off with light suckles on the tip, slowly taking more and sucking off, finally picking up a smooth motion of sliding down and then up again with a hard suck and flicking tongue.

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As much as he loves Glitch's mouth, and his teeth - smiles, laughter, nips and tiny little bite marks and even slighter bruises his fond pieces of evidence of their many nights of exploring each other - what really, really does it for Wyatt is his tongue. Wicked and wet and well-spoken, even just a hint of it sends his thoughts into an ever decadent downward spiral of fantasies and memories.

He gasps, gulping down air from the increasingly deep suckles, and he isn't sure if it's the wet, slick sensation of movement that has him gripping the sheets, or if it's the sounds. Just as wet, just as slick, and laced with want.

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The best and worst of it is how damn much he likes it. His tongue curls around Wyatt's length one way and then the other, lips almost loose as he drags up, tongue pressed flat to the thick vein on the underside before swirling over the tip and he pops off with a damp sound. "Wyatt... do you want me to keep going or would you rather take me?"

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He whines, borderline startling himself when Glitch's lips leave him, and his brain tries to connect the dots where they need to be, because Glitch is talking, and he probably wants him to pay attention.

...

...he has to choose?!

"Don't ask me that!" He groans, very close to burying his face in his palms from frustration. "I don't know, I-- I just want you."

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"Fine, fine, grumpy pants." Glitch takes mercy, sinking down to take Wyatt back in his mouth, hand curling around the base and stroking small, sharp strokes as he bobbed his head, paying special attention to lapping and licking the tip of Wyatt's cock between bobs up and down along him.

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Considering how long they've been lovers, one might think Wyatt's stamina's returned to something like normal levels as his sensory deprivation is no longer a real issue.

And it has. Just not with tongue and hands and lips doing everything they can to toss him off the proverbial edge.

He grits his teeth, holding on for dear life and mindful of tugging too hard at Glitch's hair, or choking him, neither of which would highlight the moment. Instead, his hands come to grip his shoulders, his legs spread and he hunches slightly over, just trying to breathe through the bombardment of sensation.

"Oh, Glitch!"

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It has done wonders from Wyatt coming and passing out from just a tongue tangling kiss. That doesn't mean he's super human and this is exactly what Glitch wants, wicked creature that he is. He sucks, lips flush to the flare of the head and tongue lapping over the slit as Wyatt comes.

And he loves every second of it if the happy moans are any indication.

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He shudders, trembles and flushed red hot in the face and neck and slightly further down. Even the aftershocks are deliciously intense, especially with Glitch humming and holding on so enthusiastically.

He's still half hard when the last few jolts fade away, and thank goodness for that. "Sweetheart..."

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Glitch keeps suckling, even for a few more moments, then lets go with a soft sigh and wet pop, kissing up Wyatt's stomach and chest to his mouth, kissing him deeply.

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He can't decide which he loves most, the supple, slightly swollen lips, even darker pink than normal, or the fact he can taste himself all over Glitch's lips and tongue.

Or the fact his torso burns where Glitch kissed him. His arms come around to wrap more firmly around his lover's body, and he sighs into the kisses. He's seldom felt so energized from sex before, sleep couldn't be further from his mind.

"You're perfectly wicked, you know that?"