"Wes..." The rhythm that Wesley was setting was slow enough to make Spike hungry for more but was more than enough to increase his arousal with each movement. Wesley seemed to know just how to touch him, though there wasn't any way he didn't want to be touched, and thinking was definitely getting difficult. He groaned again, this time more loudly. "If this is what you want, there's no bleeding way I'm going to ask you to stop."