If Wesley's mouth hadn't been working so masterfully at his throat, Spike might have been able to sit relatively quietly through the teasing touch of his hand, but as it was Spike couldn't keep his hips from thrusting forward, increasing the feel of Wesley's fingers to something slightly less maddening. "This is making it hard for me to think, but that wasn't the point, was it?" He slid his own hand between them and curled his fingers loosely around Wesley's erection, not giving him much more stimulation than Spike was getting. "Much better."