Spike rolled his head on the pillow, unable to keep still. His cock was painfully hard against his stomach, but he had no desire to touch it; what Wesley was doing was more than enough to make him shake with arousal. "Wes..." escaped from his lips as a quiet moan.
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Date: 2004-02-16 06:22 pm (UTC)