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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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.

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Concentrating on the ways in which Spike reacted to his touch, Wesley continued to pay a great deal of attention to his throat, biting and licking, seeing how much of a mark he could create. At the same time, his fingers dragged slowly up and down Spike's erection, keeping the contact so light that he was barely touching Spike at all.

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If Wesley's mouth hadn't been working so masterfully at his throat, Spike might have been able to sit relatively quietly through the teasing touch of his hand, but as it was Spike couldn't keep his hips from thrusting forward, increasing the feel of Wesley's fingers to something slightly less maddening. "This is making it hard for me to think, but that wasn't the point, was it?" He slid his own hand between them and curled his fingers loosely around Wesley's erection, not giving him much more stimulation than Spike was getting. "Much better."

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Wesley gasped and then chuckled. "Oh, no," he said, removing Spike's hand from where it was sure to distract him from what he wanted to do. He held Spike's arm to the mattress for a moment, his own fingers tight around Spike's wrist. "I want to get lost in you," he murmured, licking the reddened spot on the side of Spike's throat. "Think of nothing but you. But you have to let me."

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"That's what I was trying to help with," Spike said, his eyes closing again as he was held captive by Wesley's hand and mouth.

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"I know," Wesley said, releasing Spike's wrist slowly. "God, your skin..." He breathed in Spike's scent, brought his hand up to press his fingertip into the mark he'd left on Spike's throat.

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"What about it?" Spike tilted his head further and made a little sound of pleasure as Wesley touched the tender spot he had left.

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Wesley traced Spike's lips with the same fingertip, mesmerized by Spike. "It's perfect. If I look hard enough, I can almost imagine I can see this mark fading right before my eyes." He leaned in again and bit at the mark sharply.

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Spike sucked in a harsh breath as Wesley bit him, his hand clenching on Wesley's shoulder. "I don't heal that fast," he said, his voice rough as the imprint of Wesley's teeth lingered, "but you can keep doing that to make sure it doesn't go away."

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"Like this, do you?" Wesley sucked gently on the sore spot, just enough to remind Spike of the pain without causing more.