reality_bends | Something old, something new?

Something old, something new?

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As Spike began to move more quickly, Wesley closed his eyes, concentrating on how everything felt in that moment. Spike's cock, thrusting into him. Spike's hand, gripping his hip tightly. Spike's mouth on his throat. He whimpered again, overwhelmed by the realization that there was only one way for them to be closer. "Please..."

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It wasn't a hard kiss, but Spike was almost determined in his thoroughness, wanting to get lost in the taste and feel of Wesley's mouth. His hand was firm on Wesley's back, holding him securely, his cock still mostly hard and buried in him.

It seemed to Wesley that Spike was trying to get something that he needed from this, so he went along with it, parting his lips to let Spike's tongue flick inside, moaning softly when Spike kissed him just a little more firmly.

Spike made a little sound of approval as he slid his tongue along Wesley's, a shiver going up his spine at the combination of roughness, wetness, and warmth. "Love you," he murmured between kisses, trying but not entirely succeeding in keeping his touch gentle.

Now Wesley was caught up in kissing for the sheer pleasure of it. He ran his hand down along Spike's side to his hip, stroking the skin lightly. "You taste amazing," he whispered. "So good."

"Mmm, so do you," Spike replied, barely moving his mouth away enough to speak. "Kissing you is addictive."

"Everything about you is addictive," Wesley countered, biting down on Spike's lower lip.

Spike sucked in a shaky breath, his hold on Wesley tightening somewhat. "I was trying not to sound obsessed with you. Some people don't like that."

Licking Spike's lip, Wesley smiled. "Some people do," he said. "I want you to be obsessed with me. I love the thought that you might be."

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