The arousal pouring off of Wesley was intoxicating, and Spike groaned softly as he pushed aside Wesley's collar to nip at his collarbone. "That right? Anything?" He ran his fingers over one of Wesley's hard nipples and pinched it through the cloth of his shirt.
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Date: 2004-03-16 10:01 am (UTC)