ext_1602 ([identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] reality_bends2004-03-15 03:06 pm
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Is this really a productive way to spend their afternoon? Do they care?

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Spike swallowed a groan as his body immediately responded favorably to the idea. "Sounds familiar."
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[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Wesley did shiver then, and closed his eyes as he told himself firmly that Spike didn't mean anything by the word, that it was just a word. Because of course Spike couldn't love him. "Please," he said, not even sure what he was asking for, or maybe not wanting to admit it. "Spike... please..."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm, yes, just like that," Spike murmured huskily against the pulse point beneath Wesley's jaw. He kept Wesley tight against him, their bodies plastered together from chest to knees.

[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Need your hands on me," Wesley continued, still without opening his eyes. "Your mouth... Spike, please."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
"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."

[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
Wesley wondered how he tasted. Wondered what it would feel like to have Spike sink pointed teeth into his throat and drink from him. The thought made him rock his hips forward into Spike's, knowing that he should be repulsed -- and perhaps on one level he was -- while at the same time he wanted it desperately. "You," he said. "You can do anything you want with me."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Anything," Wesley agreed, gasping. "Please."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-03-16 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike pulled Wesley's shirt out of his waistband and slid his hand up his warm abdomen to play with his nipples without any barriers. "There are so many things I want to do with you, love," he said, biting gently over the mark he had left earlier on Wesley's throat. "Strip that gorgeous body of yours bare and spend hours tasting every inch of your skin. Push you against the wall and fuck you 'til you come so hard you can't stand afterward. Watch you touch yourself while you tell me what you want me to be doing to you." Trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses over Wesley's skin, Spike ground his hips against Wesley's, trapping him even more tightly against the counter.
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