If cleanliness is next to godliness is Spike's skin going to start smoking one of these days?

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"I'll do my best," Spike said, taking a shallow breath now that Wesley's hands had moved somewhere a bit less sensitive. "But you'd probably take me reminding you as a criticism. Not much of an improvement."

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[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike rocked his hips forward without conscious thought, wanting to feel more of Wesley's hands. "I don't... I don't think the hot water will last that long," he said, but it was a very weak protest.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Then we'll stay here as long as it does, then we'll move to the bedroom," Wesley murmured, biting the edge of Spike's ear and moving his hands just a bit more quickly.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley smiled and moved his hand higher, concentrating more of his attention on the tip of Spike's cock. "I love doing this."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Leaning more heavily against the wall, Spike could see through slitted eyes Wesley's hands moving on him, and that visual sent a fresh surge of arousal through him. "Why?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Because... because you're so responsive. Because you let yourself feel all of it, give yourself up to it." Wesley ghosted his lips along the edge of Spike's ear.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Of course I do. It feels good," Spike said, moving his free hand back to slide over Welsey's hip and thigh, just needing to touch him. "You feel good."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

As arousing as it was to touch Spike, Wesley's own body wasn't capable of responding at this point, but he didn't care. The knowledge did, however, make him that much more anxious to bring Spike to orgasm, so he began to stroke Spike's cock more deliberately, letting his finger rub over the ridge near the head and biting at Spike's neck. "You feel wonderful. I love this. Love you."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"God," Spike said, exposing his throat eagerly to Wesley's mouth. His body was tense with arousal, every part of him focused on how Wesley was touching him. "More, love. Please."