Showing the love.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

It was odd, though not unpleasant, for Spike to be held in this way, but it made him feel wanted and loved, if a bit awkward. So he let Wesley move him as he pleased and took advantage of their new position to give Wesley a deeper kiss. His body was reacting as it always did to being so close to Wesley, but he kept the movements of his hands and lips gentle and unhurried.

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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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"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.

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

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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