Uhh.... weren't they supposed to leave the apartment?

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Spike moved his hand gently, more fondling than stroking Wesley's cock. Some of the jittery tension that had been building in him released with even that much more contact. "I don't mind doing a bit of coaxing," he said, his voice a bit tight due to Wesley's attention to his neck, "but we don't have to do anything if you're not... I think saying 'up to it' is too obvious even for me."