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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"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."