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.
Taking advantage of his firm grip on Wesley's body, Spike guided and encouraged Wesley's movements. "Yeah, pet, just like that," he said, groaning and thrusting deeper. He could feel the faintest beginnings of his orgasm tingling across his scalp, and he fought not to give into the rush quite yet.
There was no doubt in Wesley's mind that he'd come instantly if anything touched his cock, but he didn't want that, not yet. He wanted to wait, hoping that the atmosphere of this would change somehow into something less... anonymous. He wanted to ask Spike to keep talking, to use more of the words that made him feel valued, and at the same time was aware that to request something like that was utterly inappropriate.
None of this prevented him from groaning with every thrust.
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Date: 2004-03-19 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-19 06:57 am (UTC)None of this prevented him from groaning with every thrust.