Date: 2004-04-23 08:24 am (UTC)
His hands clenching on the cushions, Spike threw his head back and sucked in a huge lungful of air, trying desperately not to come then and there as Wesley's hand provided even more stimulation. "God," he said, the word strangled from his tension.
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