Here they go again...

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Continued from here.

"And you're not going anywhere," Wesley said almost breathlessly, then kissed Spike harder.

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Making a soft sound of appreciation, Wesley slid both of his own hands up Spike's chest underneath his t-shirt and ran firm fingertips over his nipples, loving the way Spike responded. "Want you."

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Spike arched into Wesley's touch as much as he was able. "Yes," he murmured, slipping the fingers of one hand beneath Wesley's waistband to press into the upper swell of his buttocks.

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Wesley rocked his hips forward into Spike's and shivered in anticipation. Spike's mouth on his was both hard and gentle at the same time, hands strong on his body, making him hard and desperate.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike wanted to drop to his knees and take Wesley deep into his throat or to push Wesley over the table and bury himself inside. He wanted to take control and hear Wesley whisper his name as he begged for more. Most of all, however, he wanted to feel wanted, so he let Wesley keep him pinned against the counter and groaned helplessly as Wesley drove him wild with his hands, mouth, and body. "You're incredible," he managed to gasp. He pushed his hands upwards to strip Wesley of his shirt.

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Cooperating, Wesley lifted his arms as Spike pulled his shirt off and let it drop to the floor. He kissed Spike hard, then immediately grabbed onto the vampire's t-shirt so that it could be removed as well. "Need to... skin..." he half-explained as he wrestled with the fabric.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike let go of Wesley long enough to tug his shirt over his head, and then he pulled him close once more. His hands roved over the expanse of newly-exposed skin as he dragged his lips over Wesley's shoulder.

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Wesley pressed hard against Spike, trapping him where he was, and groaned softly. He was past the point of calm rational thought, wanting only to feel Spike's skin against his own, desperate for more.

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Mouthing along Wesley's shoulder toward his throat, Spike said, "You taste so good, Wes. You feel so good."

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"Spike, please..." Wesley wasn't sure what he was asking for -- just knew that he needed something that Spike could give him.