Spike had thought that Wesley's hand had felt incredible around him, but it was nothing compared to the wet heat of his mouth. He had to fight not to thrust deeper, and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut instead of gripping Wesley's shoulder as hard as he wanted. "Wes... Oh, love..."
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Date: 2004-07-27 05:00 pm (UTC)