"God. Wes." Spike had to close his eyes again, the hand not on Wesley's neck clenching in the sheets. The faintest of tremors ran through him, raising the hair on his body, as the undulations and vibrations of Wesley's mouth kept pushing him toward but not quite letting him reach his release. "Please, love," he begged, straining not to move.
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Date: 2004-07-28 07:24 am (UTC)