The way Wesley's throat contracted around him as he swallowed was enough, and Spike cried out wordlessly, arching his back and biting his lip to keep from thrusting as he came. His release was like a conflagration burning through him, racing through his body and leaving nothing but a shell in its wake. Shuddering and gasping, he was helpless to do anything but feel the pulsing pleasure overtaking him, centered on the talented mouth that had coaxed it out of him.