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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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Sliding his hand further down to fondle Spike's cock, Wesley mused, "I wonder how many times you could come in twenty four hours. Do you know?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Can't say I've ever counted. Or reached a point that I couldn't." Spike's cock swelled a bit more at the touch of Wesley's hand, and he took a shuddering breath to try to keep calm.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Wesley asked, mildly surprised. He'd have thought even a vampire's body would tire eventually. He kissed Spike's neck and squeezed his hand gently. "It's a shame I'm not in any condition to stay up long enough to find out. But at some point we'll have to try."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Now that's an experiment I wouldn't mind being a part of," Spike said, his mind now only half on the conversation, the rest of his attention focused on how Wesley was touching him.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Good. I rather like the idea of it myself." Wesley kissed Spike's neck repeatedly while his hand began to stroke Spike's cock in a slow rhythm.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Wes..." Spike reached a hand out to steady himself against the wall. "Are you starting now or just testing my reactions?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"We could consider this a test run," Wesley suggested, his other arm encircling Spike's waist from the other side, hand low to tug very gently at Spike's balls. "Unless you want me to stop." His voice was soft. "Do you want me to stop?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike was fairly certain that with their combined unsteadiness they'd both end up on the floor with cold water running over them, but he wasn't going to give up an opportunity to be touched if Wesley was instigating it. His response was an immediate, hoarse, "God, no."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I want to make you come." Wesley's accent was smoother when he lowered his voice, the words polished. "Repeatedly, until you think there's nothing left. Until it's not just about pleasure anymore." His hands continued to stroke and fondle, loving the feel of Spike in his grip.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"God." Wesley's words alone were enough to make Spike's cock twitch, but his talented hands were what made him groan softly. "What would it be about, then?" he asked.