Loving every moment of being touched by Spike, Wesley arched his body and kissed Spike again. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was drunk, but somehow this was starting to feel like goodbye, a thought that plunged him into a dark place he hadn't ever wanted to go again. "Would you fuck me?" he asked, running his own hands over Spike's body. "Just once more. Please?"
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Date: 2004-07-20 06:02 pm (UTC)