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."

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Spike shook his head and cupped Wesley's cheek in his palm. "Oh, love, you have no idea what you're worth, do you? You're a thousand times better than I am. A million. There's no comparison. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you."

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Wesley closed his eyes and leaned his face into Spike's touch, a shudder going through him at the thought that Spike could value him so highly. "Don't," he said. "Spike, please..."

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"Please don't tell you I think so highly of you? Please don't tell you that you mean the world to me? Please don't tell you I couldn't want anyone else more than you?" Spike stroked his hand slowly up and down Wesley's back. "I have to tell you all that and more. I have to make you see what I see in you."