Wesley gasped and then chuckled. "Oh, no," he said, removing Spike's hand from where it was sure to distract him from what he wanted to do. He held Spike's arm to the mattress for a moment, his own fingers tight around Spike's wrist. "I want to get lost in you," he murmured, licking the reddened spot on the side of Spike's throat. "Think of nothing but you. But you have to let me."