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Title: Intended Placement
Pairing: Glitch/Wyatt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Ink kink, schmoop and unapologetic porn.
Summary: Glitch likes to wait for Wyatt naked. (No, I have no better summary.)
Coming home from an endless day, one that had only a few minutes left in it before it became tomorrow, was always vastly improved when greeted by Glitch.
Wyatt was especially fond of discovering Glitch waiting in bed for him, his bare skin glowing from the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp. Glitch had chosen the glass lampshade himself, the multifaceted pieces of gold glass providing a coordinated mosaic of light that did wonderful things to Glitch’s nudity.
Thankful that he had discarded his boots, coat and hat at the front door, Wyatt stepped up to the foot of the bed to meet his partner. Glitch knelt there in front of him, a warm and welcoming smile curving his mobile lips. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,” he said teasingly. Only someone who knew him as well as Wyatt did could hear the undercurrent of uncertainty in the statement.
“Never,” Wyatt told him firmly, capturing Glitch’s mouth with his own. His hands moved without conscious thought, sliding up to solid shoulders and down deceptively strong arms.
They kissed for what seemed like hours, their hands occasionally tangling together to divest Wyatt of his clothes piece by piece. Wyatt moaned in disappointment when Glitch released his mouth with a parting nip, until he realized where Glitch was going.
Glitch slowly pushed down his underwear and Wyatt rolled his head back with a deep sigh, closing his eyes when he felt Glitch’s mouth caressing his hip. It was like a moth to flame, the way Glitch always found his way to the tattoo placed there by Raw months ago. It was a simple mark in the shape of a sun, one the four of them shared on various places on their bodies. DG’s was on her ankle, Raw’s had been added to the existing collection on his calf.
Pulled from his distracted thoughts by the feel of Glitch’s tongue tracing the ink, Wyatt’s body coming alive from the exquisite attention. It was part of the reason Wyatt had chosen his hip for the mark; he knew how sensitive it was and he knew Glitch could never resist the temptation.
Finally, Glitch made his way back up Wyatt’s chest and reclaimed his mouth with even more determination than before. Wyatt drew a sharp breath and moved forward, slowly pushing Glitch back on the bed while crawling over him. They never lost contact, hands and legs and lips always finding something to explore.
“Covers,” Wyatt mumbled between deep kisses. He wrestled with Glitch as they worked together to pull back the comforter, blanket and sheet. The whole chore took all of a minute but had them both laughing at their own overeager fumbling.
“Missed you,” Glitch whispered, tracing one knuckle along Wyatt’s jawline. His smile was soft and affectionate, dark eyes meeting Wyatt’s own blue ones.
Wyatt kissed him soundly, pouring all of his words into action as he tended to do. He rarely said the words but Glitch always knew.
Together they slid under the covers, rolling and changing places frequently as they sought the perfect position for that particular moment. The necessities were taken care of and Wyatt finally slipped his fingers free from Glitch’s body, even as Glitch rolled over and made his way to his knees.
Moving into place behind him, Wyatt steadied Glitch’s hips with his hands and slowly pushed inside the tight passage. Glitch reached back and placed a hand on Wyatt’s hip over the ink, his head falling forward and his zipper pull making a tiny metallic click as it shifted.
Glitch moaned loudly as he pushed back, taking Wyatt all the way in until they were fully joined. Raising up and clutching the headboard with both hands, Glitch used the extra leverage to rock back and set a hard, steady rhythm.
Wyatt grunted and held on, mouthing the sun-shaped ink mark on Glitch’s shoulder blade until Glitch gasped, head falling back toward Wyatt’s shoulder. Digging his fingers into the creases of Glitch’s thighs, Wyatt shifted his knees until he found just the right angle to drive up and in.
Drawing a long, intense groan from somewhere deep inside Glitch, Wyatt grinned even as he felt the first pulls of release starting to flutter low in his belly. Taking advantage of their position to nip and suck on Glitch’s throat, leaving a mark of his own, Wyatt slid his hand around to wrap his shaking fingers around Glitch’s erection.
Glitch gave a surprised sound, whimpering and circling one of his hands around Wyatt’s wrist.
“Love you,” Wyatt whispered harshly, panting hotly against Glitch’s ear. “Love you just like this, so beautiful. So good.”
“Gods,” Glitch trembled violently, finally releasing a sharp cry as he came. Wyatt lasted only another few strokes before he followed, his vision whiting out from the force of it.
Wyatt found his way back to reality, still out of breath and buried deep inside Glitch. He placed a wet, lazy kiss on the nape of Glitch’s neck. “Love you.”
Glitch gave a shaky laugh, turning his head to enough for a kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he murmured, heartfelt and tender. “Come on, under the covers. Getting cold.”
Snagging the ready hand cloth from the nightstand, Wyatt briefly swiped them clean before tossing it aside and turning off the light. Together, they made it under the covers. Glitch lay on his side and Wyatt curled up behind him, tangling their legs together and placing his hand over Glitch’s heart.
~*~
End
Pairing: Glitch/Wyatt
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Ink kink, schmoop and unapologetic porn.
Summary: Glitch likes to wait for Wyatt naked. (No, I have no better summary.)
Coming home from an endless day, one that had only a few minutes left in it before it became tomorrow, was always vastly improved when greeted by Glitch.
Wyatt was especially fond of discovering Glitch waiting in bed for him, his bare skin glowing from the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp. Glitch had chosen the glass lampshade himself, the multifaceted pieces of gold glass providing a coordinated mosaic of light that did wonderful things to Glitch’s nudity.
Thankful that he had discarded his boots, coat and hat at the front door, Wyatt stepped up to the foot of the bed to meet his partner. Glitch knelt there in front of him, a warm and welcoming smile curving his mobile lips. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me,” he said teasingly. Only someone who knew him as well as Wyatt did could hear the undercurrent of uncertainty in the statement.
“Never,” Wyatt told him firmly, capturing Glitch’s mouth with his own. His hands moved without conscious thought, sliding up to solid shoulders and down deceptively strong arms.
They kissed for what seemed like hours, their hands occasionally tangling together to divest Wyatt of his clothes piece by piece. Wyatt moaned in disappointment when Glitch released his mouth with a parting nip, until he realized where Glitch was going.
Glitch slowly pushed down his underwear and Wyatt rolled his head back with a deep sigh, closing his eyes when he felt Glitch’s mouth caressing his hip. It was like a moth to flame, the way Glitch always found his way to the tattoo placed there by Raw months ago. It was a simple mark in the shape of a sun, one the four of them shared on various places on their bodies. DG’s was on her ankle, Raw’s had been added to the existing collection on his calf.
Pulled from his distracted thoughts by the feel of Glitch’s tongue tracing the ink, Wyatt’s body coming alive from the exquisite attention. It was part of the reason Wyatt had chosen his hip for the mark; he knew how sensitive it was and he knew Glitch could never resist the temptation.
Finally, Glitch made his way back up Wyatt’s chest and reclaimed his mouth with even more determination than before. Wyatt drew a sharp breath and moved forward, slowly pushing Glitch back on the bed while crawling over him. They never lost contact, hands and legs and lips always finding something to explore.
“Covers,” Wyatt mumbled between deep kisses. He wrestled with Glitch as they worked together to pull back the comforter, blanket and sheet. The whole chore took all of a minute but had them both laughing at their own overeager fumbling.
“Missed you,” Glitch whispered, tracing one knuckle along Wyatt’s jawline. His smile was soft and affectionate, dark eyes meeting Wyatt’s own blue ones.
Wyatt kissed him soundly, pouring all of his words into action as he tended to do. He rarely said the words but Glitch always knew.
Together they slid under the covers, rolling and changing places frequently as they sought the perfect position for that particular moment. The necessities were taken care of and Wyatt finally slipped his fingers free from Glitch’s body, even as Glitch rolled over and made his way to his knees.
Moving into place behind him, Wyatt steadied Glitch’s hips with his hands and slowly pushed inside the tight passage. Glitch reached back and placed a hand on Wyatt’s hip over the ink, his head falling forward and his zipper pull making a tiny metallic click as it shifted.
Glitch moaned loudly as he pushed back, taking Wyatt all the way in until they were fully joined. Raising up and clutching the headboard with both hands, Glitch used the extra leverage to rock back and set a hard, steady rhythm.
Wyatt grunted and held on, mouthing the sun-shaped ink mark on Glitch’s shoulder blade until Glitch gasped, head falling back toward Wyatt’s shoulder. Digging his fingers into the creases of Glitch’s thighs, Wyatt shifted his knees until he found just the right angle to drive up and in.
Drawing a long, intense groan from somewhere deep inside Glitch, Wyatt grinned even as he felt the first pulls of release starting to flutter low in his belly. Taking advantage of their position to nip and suck on Glitch’s throat, leaving a mark of his own, Wyatt slid his hand around to wrap his shaking fingers around Glitch’s erection.
Glitch gave a surprised sound, whimpering and circling one of his hands around Wyatt’s wrist.
“Love you,” Wyatt whispered harshly, panting hotly against Glitch’s ear. “Love you just like this, so beautiful. So good.”
“Gods,” Glitch trembled violently, finally releasing a sharp cry as he came. Wyatt lasted only another few strokes before he followed, his vision whiting out from the force of it.
Wyatt found his way back to reality, still out of breath and buried deep inside Glitch. He placed a wet, lazy kiss on the nape of Glitch’s neck. “Love you.”
Glitch gave a shaky laugh, turning his head to enough for a kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he murmured, heartfelt and tender. “Come on, under the covers. Getting cold.”
Snagging the ready hand cloth from the nightstand, Wyatt briefly swiped them clean before tossing it aside and turning off the light. Together, they made it under the covers. Glitch lay on his side and Wyatt curled up behind him, tangling their legs together and placing his hand over Glitch’s heart.
~*~
End
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Ah, you know? That just made my whole day better...and I've been up since 6AM.
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The whole chore took all of a minute but had them both laughing at their own overeager fumbling.
Yes, laughing, thank you, that sort of thing makes me giddy.
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What is sex if it isn't fun? :D
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but porn helps it always does
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Glitch waiting in bed for him, his bare skin glowing from the dim yellow light of the bedside lamp.
What a gorgeous mental image this conjured up, with the description that follows of the golden glass.
Loooooooove the idea of the sun tattoo that's shared by all four of them. (and the continuation of the gold light theme) In fact, the theme of warmth, getting under the covers, etc, seems to run through the whole thing.
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