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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Wesley opened his mouth to Spike's needily, pressing his hip forward against Spike's cock in an unconscious attempt to drive the vampire to the same level of desperation he was at himself. His hands pushed Spike's shirt up, anxious to feel more of that smooth skin under his fingers.

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Spike groaned into Wesley's mouth and kissed him harder, not quite willing to move away to pull off his own shirt but craving the increased contact that it would bring.

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"Take it off," Wesley urged between kisses. "Please."

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Spike impatiently stripped his shirt over his head and had his hands back on Wesley before the garment had reached the floor. Their chests pressed together, finally allowing the glide of skin against skin, but the touch only inflamed Spike's desire for more. More kissing, more touching, more skin, more Wesley. He wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to get enough.

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Unable to decide whether he wanted to run his hands over Spike's bare back or chest, Wesley settled for one of each. The fingers of his right hand moved to Spike's nipple, pinching firmly as their lower bodies pressed against each other.

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"God, Wes..." Spike slid his hand between them to fumble with Wesley's belt. "Got to have more of you."

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Wesley wanted to help, but suspected that at that moment his own rather clumsy hands would have been more in the way than anything else. Instead he did his best to remain still as Spike managed to loosen his belt and unfasten the front of his slacks.

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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.