The taste of Wesley's blood was a shock to Spike; he was torn between automatic distress that Wesley was bleeding and the equally automatic and powerful desire for more. He was frozen for a moment, but Wesley just kissed him harder and captured Spike's erection in his warm hand. Groaning, Spike shuddered and bucked upwards, thrusting into Wesley's fist and chasing after the intoxicating taste of his blood in his mouth.
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Date: 2004-03-27 06:35 am (UTC)