Each of Wesley's thrusts and the sound of his voice, rough with need, prolonged the pulsing pleasure of Spike's release, and he was barely able to keep himself from collapsing.
Wesley lost his rhythm entirely, jerking forward and into Spike, his cock a throbbing ache of need that didn't seem quite ready to relieve itself despite his desperation. He let go of Spike's cock and wrapped that arm around Spike's waist instead, holding on. "God. So close..." It was nearly a whimper.
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