"Yes." The word was a soft moan of delight. Caressing Wesley's neck, Spike looked down and was entranced by the sight of Wesley's mouth surrounding him, moving just to please him. "So good, love. Feeling you. Seeing you. Perfect." He knew that he wasn't making much sense, but given the circumstance he felt lucky that he could put words together at all.
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Date: 2004-07-28 06:07 am (UTC)