Wesley gave a faint gasp and lifted his head to kiss Spike. "Oh God," he said. He was suddenly, painfully hard, rocking his hips to meet Spike's thrusts. The picture Spike was painting with his words made him feel hot and desperate. "Please, love. Please."
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Date: 2004-11-27 06:42 pm (UTC)