"Anything you want, pet." Spike turned them to pin Wesley against the counter, keeping them pressed together while his hands roamed more freely over Wesley's body. He inhaled through his nose as he kissed the skin just above Wesley's collar. "God, you smell good. Like you and me."
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Date: 2004-03-16 08:32 am (UTC)