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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 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.

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And that's how it starts, with the two of them finding a rhythm to suit them both. It doesn't take long before they do, and when they do, it's exactly what sex ought to be. Sensual and heady and hot and hitting Wyatt in all the right places.

What he loves most about making love to Glitch, aside from the intimacy and how well they fit and the way Glitch clings to his every move, is the way Glitch's body just seems to welcome him so easily.

No pain. Just wonder and pleasure and wanting more.

"So beautiful, you're so beautiful like this- Flushed in the face and short of breath and feeling." He thrusts harder. "Everything." Again. "I do to you." Again and again and again.

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And then Wyatt is moving and it's just right, being pushed down by his lover's weight against him, moving deep inside his body and it's always been depth that gets to him, not width, and this is deep just right.

He grabs Wyatt's other hand, lacing their fingers and encouraging Wyatt to lean down on the hand and pin him as he's taking him.

Then those harder, sharper thrusts and each one draws a louder sound from him until he's wailing without words, gasping and panting and shifting with Wyatt to urge him on, tensing around him as he moves.

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He squeezes his hand, pressing it into the mattress with a smile, looking into Glitch's eyes. If it's hard he wants, it's hard he gets; hard and deep.

It's all in the hips. All about rhythm. "Yes," he whispers over his lips. "Yes, that's it. Just let me do all the work."

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All about rhythm and then some. he's not usually one for not giving a hundred and ten percent, but it feels good to lean back and let Wyatt work his body, push and drive it over the edge without him demanding and urging on.

That doesn't make it less good or better. Just is. Just is a lovely building pressure of pleasure, coiled in his lower gut, pushing stronger and stronger, wrenching sounds from him until his hand tightens on Wyatt's, staring up at him and suddenly jerking hard, eyes half closing before opening again, lips parting. "Wyatt-" he barely manages to say before he arching again, urging more.

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He slows down, breathing hard and opting for something a little less urgent if Glitch is so close. He pushes in as deep as he can, and stays there, rolling his hips just as steadily, just as insistently, all the time watching his face.

He brings their hands up, then presses his lips to his lover's knuckles. "Yes."

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It's wide eyed shock at the pleasure, barely breathing, barely able to breathe as his body moves almost without him, responding to the deep, steady rolls so unlike anything else and of all the silly things, it's the blue eyes meeting his, the soft brush of lips on his hand, so intimate, the both of them, that has him shuddering and jerking with pleasure. There's no screams, no wails or curses or demands, just a near silent sob and gasp as he comes.

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It's perfect. It's beautiful, it's wonderful and hot and heartbreaking and indescribably erotic to watch and hear and smell it happen, to feel it happen all over as it seems every last muscle in Glitch's body seizes and jerks and trembles through the orgasm.

He presses close, and with that unspoken by-your-leave, he lets himself go, kissing his lover and grinding himself into his second, shuddering bout of euphoria. He moans, not wanting or planning on letting go for a very good while yet. They can be glued together, he doesn't care. They're just too good to move apart so soon.