Spike was being driven mad by the knowledge that Wesley was just taking what he wanted from him and by the way that Wesley's cock kept pushing its way deep inside and then retreating, sliding with just enough friction to make Spike's entire body burn. His own erection was rock hard and leaking, his muscles were trembling, and Wesley's words were echoing endlessly in his ears. "Fuck, Wes," he gasped before he could stop himself.