And here they go again!

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Continued from here.

Wesley shuddered -- the touch of Spike's hand was so careful that somehow that made it all the more arousing. "I don't want you to stop," he managed to get out.

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"Yes." Wesley said the word emphatically, but it was a bit muffled against Spike's skin. He licked the spot he'd bitten, which held the distinct impression of his teethmarks, then reached fumbling hands for the fastenings of Spike's jeans.

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The bite mark throbbed when Spike moved his shoulder, and he grabbed Wesley's wrists and pulled them away before his touch robbed Spike of the last of his control. He mouthed up the side of Wesley's neck and said in a low growl, "You wanted me to fuck you in the kitchen, pet? Turn around, clothes off, hands on the counter."

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Wesley hesitated for only the briefest instant before obeying, stepping away from Spike and removing the rest of his clothing as well as his shoes before turning and gripping onto the countertop with both hands. His entire body felt overly sensitized, eager.

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Spike knew that he was being more forceful with Wesley than he had been before, and he felt uneasiness about it - about whether he could trust himself and about how Wesley felt about it - swirling in the pit of his stomach, but there was a growing sense of urgency driving him on that he didn't want to try to explain. It was as if he needed to be inside of Wesley, making him his at least for a little while, before something or someone else interrupted and took Wesley's attention away again.

Appreciating the incredibly appealing view before him, Spike smoothed his hand down Wesley's spine and stepped in close to kiss across his shoulders. "God, there's no part of you that's not perfect," he murmured, sliding his other arm around Wesley's waist and splaying his hand over Wesley's flat stomach.

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Despite the strength of his arousal, Wesley was able to let go of the counter with one hand. He rested it over Spike's where it lay across his stomach, then gently guided it upward and over the faded scar tissue on his abdomen where he'd been shot two and a half years before. "There's plenty that's imperfect," he said ruefully.

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"The scars just make you more interesting, love." Pressing tightly against him, Spike bit down gently on Wesley's shoulder.

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Wesley moved his hand back to the countertop and its solid support. "Please," he said again, trying to keep his grip loose and arching his body against Spike's.