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.
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.
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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