Spike shifted over Wesley until their erections slid against each other. He closed his eyes for a moment as his hips automatically thrust forward, sending chills of pleasure dancing up his spine.
Unsure whether his groan was because of the blissful pressure on his own cock or the feel of Spike's against his skin, Wesley could only try to choke it back as his hands clutched at Spike.
"You feel so good," Spike murmured hoarsely, dipping his head and kissing the side of Wesley's throat. He couldn't stop - and didn't want to - the slow, thrilling slide of his cock against Wesley's skin.
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