ext_2786 ([identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] reality_bends2004-07-27 11:34 am
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They really should be sleeping.

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Wesley obliged Spike, pressing against him, hand sliding further down to trace his fingertips very, very lightly along the length of Spike's cock. "I don't want to think of anything but you," he said, choosing what seemed to be the most tender spot on Spike's throat and biting at it.
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[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-27 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Spike moaned softly as Wesley's fingers brushed over his erection, the sound cutting off abruptly as his body tensed with a new surge of arousal when Wesley gently bit his neck. "I can't tell you how much I like that idea, pet," he said hoarsely.

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-27 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," Spike said, arching up toward Wesley's mouth. "And you know it."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-27 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Feels so good," Spike said, every nerve in his body focused on the feel of Wesley's mouth. Wesley was being far too slow, and yet the frustration at the pace only added to Spike's enjoyment. He could appreciate each subtle movement of his tongue and adjustment of his lips, even though he wanted so much more. "So perfect."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-28 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Spike had two basic options: to be tense and greedy, waiting for more, or to relax and enjoy everything Wesley was giving him. He stroked the short hair on the back of Wesley's neck and gave himself over completely to what Wesley was doing. "You can show me you love me like this any time you want," he said, stuttering over the last word as Wesley's tongue hit a particularly tender spot. "Your mouth feels incredible."

[identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com 2004-07-28 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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