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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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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?"

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Glitch sprawls over him, hugging onto Wyatt and kissing him deep and hard and with a hint of tease under it all. He breaks the kiss because Wyatt pulls away, already following after him to kiss him again.

"Wicked? Moi?" He pulls an innocent look, tongue tracing Wyatt's jawline. "Dunno what you mean, Tin man."

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"Hmm, of course you wouldn't. Innocence incarnate, that's what you are." He grins, ducking his head to chase that tongue.

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Glitch surges into the kiss, straddling Wyatt's stomach and pinning his hands down as he kisses him. He grinds slightly against Wyatt's stomach, still hard and wanting.

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He breathes, soaking in the scent and feel and taste of sex, heavy and tangible and real. It's his turn to be wicked, with his hands kept out of the game. It's time to revisit another time entirely.

First chance he gets, he's suckling on Glitch's tongue.

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That has Glitch moaning, forgetting to pin hands in favour of twining his arms around Wyatt's neck and pushing closer.

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Closer is good; closer means he can feel every little detail of Glitch's cock on the sensitive skin of his flat belly. Every vein, every tiny ridge, every fold of foreskin that moves with Glitch. It's making him fill up all over again, bit by bit. Inch by inch by inch.

He pulls away with an undignified little slurp and not caring one bit. "How do you want me to take you, Glitch?"

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Glitch leans forwards, trying to follow him before realising it's for that speaking thing again. He groans and tries to steal another kiss before finally answering. "Don't care. Just want you."

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And Wyatt dodges the attempted theft with a wink and a grin. "Now who's being grumpy."

Only question is... He looks around, searching for... Gotcha. Cooking oil's gotta be good enough. He does intend on dashing to the counter and back, but first Glitch gets a good, firm kiss to make it better.

"How about with a pair pillows to support your lower back and neck?" Picture of innocence, he is.

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Glitch holds on, trying to not let Wyatt move. "Don't need support... you mean on my back or front?"

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He sinks back into bed, not going anywhere if Glitch wants him close. "Face to face."

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Glitch rolls them over with those strong legs and arms, wrapping his legs around Wyatt's waist to hold him close. "Love you," he murmurs, stealing another kiss.

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He wraps his arms around Glitch, kissing him softly and not hesitating for one second if that's what he needs.

"Something wrong, babe?"

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"No," he murmurs, stealing another kiss. "Just want you." He thrusts up against Wyatt with a low moan. "How you want, being good and not just taking."

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"You know I love it when you're pushy." It's not an outright dismissal of the notion, just a way of shifting focus slightly.

"I love you, period. But we still need something wet and slick if we're going to do this. If you're demanding and pushy, I'll never get that something over here."