A little more playing before the work begins again.

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Continued from here.

His arousal surging, it took everything Spike had not to thrust when he felt how deeply Wesley had taken him. He shuddered and moved his hand from Wesley's hair to his shoulder to keep from tangling in it too tightly. "Love this. Love you. God, I love you."

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There had been so many times when he'd successfully managed not to break down, but now it felt as if it had all been for naught. Wesley couldn't quite explain why he was crying, and he wasn't sure it mattered. But he couldn't stop.

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"It's all right," Spike repeated, hoping that it actually was. He wasn't sure why Wesley was crying, and he was working on the assumption that he was overcome by everything that he had been holding back. "Let it out, love." At least Wesley was clinging to him instead of pushing him away; that had to be a good sign.

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Wesley tightened his arms around Spike and trembled with the brief effort of trying to suppress his tears, but he quickly abandoned the attempt and just let it happen. He tried to explain, badly. "I can't..." stop. He shuddered. "Sorry."

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Powerless to do much else, Spike kept holding and stroking Wesley as the water cascaded over them, washing away Wesley's tears almost as soon as they were shed. "No, don't apologize. I've got you. I love you."