The way that Wesley said his name, his voice harsh with arousal and obvious pleasure, was music to Spike's ears. His grip tightened on Wesley's hip, the only outlet he had for his own building arousal, since he wasn't allowed to suck harder and hadn't been told to touch himself. He looked up again, needing to see as well as hear and feel Wesley's reactions.
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Date: 2004-04-22 08:58 pm (UTC)