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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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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.