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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At Wesley's plea, Spike's thrusts became harder, deeper, his mouth leaving faint marks on his skin. "So good, love," he murmured against the pulse point beneath his jaw. "Fuck, you feel so good."

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Although his muscles felt rather like they were made of jelly, Spike withdrew and thrust again as he moved his hand on Wesley's erection. "I've got you, love. Want to feel you come."

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As close as they were, though, Spike could see in Wesley's eyes that he was holding something back. "What is it?" he asked, growing more serious. He stroked small, gentle swirls over Wesley's skin.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Kissing was far better than making a mess of things by talking about his own problems when they should be taking a sated nap curled up together, so Spike kissed Wesley soundly, expressing some of his love and worry through the act and chasing after Wesley's mouth when he would have pulled away.

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"There's no might. I am. Completely." Marginally self-conscious about that fact, Spike gave Wesley another deep kiss.