Answering the age old question of how long Spike can keep from talking.

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Continued from here.

Spike reluctantly let Wesley's cock slip from his mouth and rose gracefully to his feet.

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Spike groaned again as the slick head of Wesley's cock pushed into him, and the burn of his muscles stretching around him only added to the heat of his arousal. Though he wanted to push back and take more of him in, he forced himself to hold still and let Wesley do as he pleased.

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Wesley pressed forward slowly, not wanting to hurt either of them, aware that his hand on Spike's hip was gripping a little bit too tightly but unable to relax it when so much of his attention was focused on the way Spike felt around his cock. "Don't move," he said. "Stay... just stay still."

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Staying still was far easier said than done when the achingly slow and just barely not painful push of Wesley's erection was driving Spike mad. He wanted more and he wanted it right then, but he settled his free hand on the back of the couch to join the other and did his best to do as Wesley asked. No, not asked. Ordered. The thought made Spike's scalp tingle with little sparks of arousal.

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"Good." Wesley took a shaky breath and stroked his hand over Spike's hip, over the faint marks his fingers had left. "Yes, good." He pulled out a bit and then thrust forward strongly, going deep.

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Spike's next sound of pleasure caught in his throat at the power of Wesley's thrust. It was hard, possessive, and perfect. Bracing his arms, he squeezed his eyes shut and fought not to move.

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"God, Spike." Wesley moved back and thrust again, even harder this time. "Talk to me. Tell me how this feels."

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"It feels incredible," Spike said hoarsely. "You always feel incredible."

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Needing to bring both hands to Spike's hips now, as much to steady himself as anything else, Wesley continued to thrust strongly, driving into Spike's body with more force than he'd previously dared. "Tell me you like it when I fuck you," he said through gritted teeth.

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Spike was shaking with the effort of not meeting Wesley's increasingly powerful thrusts, and it took him a moment to gain enough control of himself to answer. "I like it when you fuck me," he said, the last word a gasp as Wesley's cock pushed even deeper. "Love it. I love feeling you inside of me, knowing you want me."