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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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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."

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Glitch groans and drops his legs into a lazy sprawl, wide and relaxed. "But be quick about it, hm?" One arm gets flung over his head, the other drops to his stomach and slowly reaches, fingers barely touching the tip of his cock. "Or I might get bored."

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"Make threats like that and I'll never leave the bed." He grins, and in a fit of something just as wicked as his lover, he dives down for a quick swipe between his legs.

Then, makes a mad dash for the oil. Wouldn't want to keep Glitch waiting.

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Glitch arches at the lick, groaning with disappointment as he falls back to the bed and stretches himself. "Wicked man," he moans softly.

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Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he looks to Glitch, and points out, "At least you're not bored yet."

He pats his thigh, then pours a bit of oil into the palm of his hand, brings it to where it needs to go.

"Relax and tell me when you want more?"

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"Far from." He puts a foot on Wyatt's shoulder, pushing himself up into the touch. "Start with two..." He didn't know what type of life he led before, but he knows this is something he finds far easier than he knows many do.

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After the precursory rub of oil over skin, Wyatt sets the bottle on the floor, never taking his eyes off Glitch's face. Slowly, he starts working two fingers inside.

"I was so anxious, our first time. I was dead certain I would hurt you."

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"Which time? The first first, when Ambrose did this for us?" He gasps and pushes back easily, breathlessly laughing. "Or the first time we did this? More."

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Glitch says more, he gets more. "Both." He smiles, lightheaded and high in spirit, and tries three fingers. Carefully, gently. Still careful, if not outright afraid.

"But especially first time we did it all on our own."

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And Glitch takes it, arching and grinning wide as he bucks back roughly, gasping. "That was good... you spent, spent time driving me crazy. I want you."

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"I did, yeah." He smiles, pulling out and, on another whim, adds his pinkie. He thinks Glitch can take it, and even if two fingers are optimal for moving freely, he's reminded of how much fun it was to do just that. To drive Glitch just a touch crazy.

"I enjoyed myself immensely."

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Glitch whimpers and moans, arching and twisting, toes digging into Wyatt's shoulder. There's no sign of pain, just surprise and enjoyment and want. "Oh merciful- Wyatt!" His hips rock slowly.

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"Merciful me?" The corners of his lips drop down in consideration, his eyebrows go up. His fingers move slowly deeper for every shallow push. "Maybe."

Inside, his heart is beating like a trip hammer, hard and heavy and relentless.

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Glitch hits his head back against the pillow twice, eyes screwing shut and hands tangling white knuckled in the sheets. "Wyatt... take me, now, please." His hips snap once more and he gasps, feeling the stretch before he can get deep as he wants.

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He swallows dryly and carefully eases his hand out, slicks himself up with the oil still clinging to his fingers, and pulls Glitch close by the hips. One hand to steady himself, the other to wrap around Glitch's shoulders, he pushes inside as deep as he can and moaning all the way.

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Glitch moans, whimpers practically as Wyatt's hands moves out and then he's being hauled back with a giggle and shimmy that dies with a low cry as he's impaled. His foot slips from Wyatt's shoulder, ankle hooking half behind his neck as he bucks back against his lover with a groan.