Wesley stroked his hand over Spike's hip, the bony part of it fitting into his palm as if one had been made for the other. He circled the head of Spike's cock with his tongue, sucked at the foreskin. "I love you," he whispered, his breath blowing across dampened skin. "I want you to feel good."
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Date: 2004-07-27 06:06 pm (UTC)