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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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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.

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He holds on as tight as he can, but his memories are indistinct and blurred and this is sharp and real and powerful intense and he's falling boneless to the bed even as he feels Wyatt coming deep in him, heat and release and relaxation.

For a long moment, he just loosely holds Wyatt, trying to get his bearings after that shock coming to. Then he squeezes him slightly. "That was... unexpectedly wonderful," he murmurs breathlessly.

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There's talking again, and he thinks maybe he should pay attention. When his brain catches on, he frowns slightly, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He nuzzles closer. "Thanks...for the vote of confidence."

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He keeps trying to breathe, to focus. "I think Glitch will be very disappointed though to miss the finale," he says softly, already half wincing as he anticipates Wyatt's reaction.

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"...Ambrose." It's not even a whisper it's so faint.

Oh, Gods.

He raises himself up on his elbows, looking straight into his eyes. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't notice-- I was...I should've--"

He forces himself to shut up, take a breath, and start over. "Hi."

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Ambrose looks, as he should, exhausted and very well fucked and smiling faintly. "If you managed to notice while putting that sort of effort into sex..." He trails off, the implication clear. "Hi," he smiles. "We glitched."

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Clear as crystal, and he'll take it to heart.

And with it comes along a touch of smug pride. "Is that what they call it these days?"

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Ambrose gapes and then laughs, pulling Wyatt down into his arms and holding him. "That was terrible!"

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He grins, returning the hug with, quite literally, all the love in his heart. "But it made you laugh. That's the main thing, for me."

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He smiles and hugs tighter before flopping down on his back. "I sort of regret that I missed the rest of it if that was the finale."

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Flopping is good. And, at least for a little while, Wyatt will gladly sink into his lover's arms, boneless though they may be. Just for a little while. "We'll have our time, Ambrose," he murmurs next to Ambrose's cheek, his voice carrying warm air over flushed skin.

"Call it a preview. Something to look forward to."

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"Very much look forward to," Ambrose pants softly. He closes his eyes, stretching and then relaxing. "Wow."

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"Go on, boost my ego." He smiles, blinking slower and slower. "I'm not too heavy, am I?"

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"Not at all," Ambrose murmurs. He tucks Wyatt's head into his neck. "Go to sleep, Wyatt."

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He sighs deeply, more than happy to drift off for a while. "You're wonderful, Ambrose. Both of you..."

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"I love you. We both love you." He hugs him tightly. "Sleep well."