reality_bends | Showing the love.

Wesley could feel Spike's attempt to keep things gentle and matched it, concentrating on slow kisses and on sliding his hands up and down Spike's back.

It wasn't different kissing Wesley now - his mouth felt the same, his body was just as wonderful to caress - but some of the hesitation Spike had felt in showing how much he wanted the tenderness between them was gone. He let himself linger over each kiss and arched his back slightly into Wesley's warm hands.

Despite the low burn of arousal, Wesley was happy enough to take things slowly, to be careful instead of rough. To touch Spike's body with the faintest brush of fingertips and gauge his reaction. To move at half-speed, dragging his palm up the smooth slope of Spike's shoulder in time with his own measured inhalations, and to kiss him similarly, mouths sliding together exquisitely.

"Love you," Spike whispered against Wesley's lips. He needed to say it, needed not to have it rejected, almost as much as he needed to hear it in return. His hands gliding over Wesley's skin gently, almost reverently, he moved in to deepen the kiss. He moaned softly as Wesley's mouth opened even more beneath his.

Wesley made a small sound in reply, too busy exploring Spike's mouth to do anything else. His hands slid down Spike's sides to his lower back, pulling Spike a fraction of a millimeter closer.

Spike twisted a bit and pressed even closer, wanting to feel more of Wesley's skin against his. His hands roamed over Wesley's body, luxuriating in the subtle differences of texture of skin and hair over bone, tendon, and muscle.

"Never want you to stop touching me," Wesley said, moving his mouth to Spike's throat and catching a fold of skin there between his teeth.

"Well, then," Spike said, tilting his head and anchoring his hands on Wesley's shoulders. "Have to see what I can do about that."

Wesley had to close his eyes and breathe slowly to maintain the sense of calm that Spike seemed to desire. He trailed his tongue down along Spike's throat, then lower, nipping at the tender skin just over his collarbone.

Spike swallowed hard, his arousal growing more insistent with each touch of Wesley's teeth. "God, Wes," he said, unconsciously tightening his grip.

Wesley nipped again, hard enough to leave marks. "Tell me what you want," he said softly.

Spike shuddered and said, "You, love. I want you."

Lowering his mouth to Spike's nipple and licking it, Wesley sighed with pleasure. "I know. I'm right here. Tell me how you want me to touch you."

Spike shook his head. "Doesn't matter, pet, as long as you are. Touch me how you want to. Don't hold back. Please."

Wesley groaned, warm breath blowing across Spike's skin. "If I don't hold back, this might be over very quickly."

"Just means we can start up again sooner," Spike said with a grin. He cupped Wesley's jaw and kissed him before saying more seriously, "I want to feel what you're feeling. Touch me."

That was enough.

Wesley rose up onto his knees, bearing Spike's weight in his arms and lowering him back onto the mattress, being careful not to make Spike bear too much of his weight. They kissed slowly as Wesley's hand ran a leisurely path down Spike's body until it reached his erection, where it paused and fondled. "Here," Wesley said. "I'd like to touch you here."

"Yes," Spike said huskily, tilting his hips up to encourage the touch. His eyes drifted halfway shut, and his hands roved over Wesley's back and shoulders. "Please."

Letting his fingers trace the heavy shaft, Wesley opened his lips to Spike's and flicked his tongue across Spike's palate teasingly. He rubbed the heel of his hand over the base of Spike's cock and brushed his fingertips over Spike's balls, feeling how soft the skin was there. "I love touching you."

Spike groaned softly. "That's very mutual," he said, sliding his hand down Wesley's chest and tracing one puckered nipple with his fingertips before doing the same to the other.

Wesley murmured appreciatively and moved his hand up to the head of Spike's cock, sliding the foreskin up and down a bit while they kissed some more.

Spike's hips shifted restlessly as he sought more stimulation. Trying to encourage him, he sucked on Wesley's lower lip and gently pinched his nipples.

"God." Wesley groaned and rubbed his own erection against Spike's thigh as his hand tightened its grip on Spike's cock automatically. "Love you."

"Show me," Spike said. He moved his leg to give Wesley's cock more friction while his fingers continued to rub and pinch.

Wesley stifled another groan and stroked Spike's cock from base to tip and back. "Want to be in you. God, Spike... please."

"Nothing's stopping you, love." Spike nipped at Wesley's lip and pushed his erection up into Wesley's hand. "Feel how much I want you?"

Wesley kissed Spike with less control than he'd been managing until that moment, then moved to retrieve the lube. He was so emotionally on-edge that he fumbled with the cap on the bottle for what seemed like ages before he got it open. His fingers were trembling as he pressed one of them slickly into Spike as gently as possible -- the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Spike, but he was starting to fall apart and he was afraid it was completely obvious. "I love you," he said.

Spike could see that Wesley was barely holding onto his control, and the thought was exhilarating. He wanted to see all the passion and need that Wesley felt, to see just how fervently and deeply Wesley wanted him. Groaning as Wesley's finger pushed into him, he slid his feet up the bed and tilted his hips to take him deeper, but it wasn't nearly enough. "Wes, please. Show me," he begged, his hands moving eagerly over Wesley's skin. "You can't hurt me. Don't hold back."

With his hands still shaking, Wesley managed to get some lubricant onto his palm and used it to quickly slick himself, then let the bottle roll away as he pushed slowly into Spike. It was incredible -- wet and slippery and like a fist being squeezed around his cock, so tight that he nearly forgot to breathe.

"God, Wes," Spike said in a choked voice, grabbing onto Wesley's arms and urging him on. There was some pain as his body protested as Wesley pushed inside of him, but it only aroused Spike more. He wanted Wesley to need him so much that he couldn't wait or be gentle. "Yes. More."

Something fell into place then. Perhaps it was the realization that any pain he could cause Spike like this would be only momentary, fleeting. Or maybe it was just that Wesley's control, stretched so thin, could do nothing else but disintegrate.

In any case, he pulled back and then plunged forward again, reveling in the feel of Spike's body beneath and around him, thrusting so strongly that Spike slid an inch or so higher with the movement.

Wesley's thrust was hard and demanding and so absolutely perfect. Spike clung to him, moving with him and trying to take him even deeper. "Yes. Show me. Don't stop."

Wesley had no intention of stopping, not that he thought it likely he'd have been able to. His body took over, a steady rhythm of deep, hard, jabbing thrusts that felt glorious and were accompanied by harsh breathing as he tried to kiss Spike at the same time.

Spike devoured Wesley's mouth, pulling him closer, needing more. His hands scrabbled across Wesley's skin as he was forced open and wanted and taken.

"You're mine," Wesley gasped, driving forward again with a force that nearly rattled his teeth.

"Oh, god." Spike's body arched with pleasure mixed with just the right sort of pain, and he sucked in a deep breath to try to keep control of himself; Wesley had been right that this encounter might be over very quickly indeed. Keeping his eyes fixed on Wesley's face, he said, "Yes, love. Yours."

Instinct had taken over completely, the edges of Wesley's world narrowing until all that was left with his body and Spike's. He thrust harder, as if by doing so he could drive out any emotions or memories that didn't belong, leaving room only for the searing pleasure that was coursing through him wildly.

Spike's hands roamed everywhere they could reach on Wesley's body, caressing, clinging, and urging him on. He was helplessly aroused beneath Wesley's determined thrusts, and every sensation was painfully, wonderfully sharp, from the heat of Wesley's erection deep inside of him to the slide of the sheets on his back as he was driven up the bed. Beyond words, Spike pulled Wesley down for a frantic kiss.

Wesley crushed his lips to Spike's with such force that he felt the bottom one split against his own teeth. He had enough cognition left at that point only to recognize that the taste of blood was present -- not to feel any actual pain -- and the brief flare of knowledge that Spike would be able to taste it as well made him even more aroused. He knew that he was starting to lose whatever rhythm he'd been managing until then, and desperately reached a hand between them to grip Spike's erection.

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.

It took that long for Wesley to realize that Spike had hesitated. He wasn't able to stop moving, but he did wrench his mouth away long enough to get out, "Sorry. I didn't -- " as a brief apology for the blood.

"No, no," Spike said hoarsely, pulling Wesley's mouth back down to his and hungrily exploring its depths. He clenched around Wesley's cock even harder at the next thrust to show that he wanted more.

Wesley wouldn't have imagined that he could thrust any harder, but when Spike's body contracted around him, he did, slamming forward with surprising strength and groaning. He was terribly close to the edge, and tightened his hand around Spike's cock in an attempt to convey that without words, which he seemed incapable of in that moment.

There was pain and pleasure and blood and love, and the rough squeeze of Wesley's hand and the force of his body were too much. With a strangled cry, Spike arched beneath him and lost his fight against the first overwhelming spasms of his orgasm.

Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/20996.html#cutid1).

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