As soon as he was able, Spike slid his hand inside and wrapped his fingers around the solid heat of Wesley's erection. He trailed his mouth wetly up Wesley's neck as his hand barely moved, more holding him than stroking him. "Love to touch you, pet," he murmured, his other palm drifting in long ovals over Wesley's back.
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Date: 2004-03-17 11:58 am (UTC)