It was rather, Wesley thought dimly, like being fucked in two places at once. His body didn't seem to know which sensation to focus on, and so wavered back and forth between the two options. Every movement made him quiver and clutch at Spike more desperately as the pleasure became bigger than he was, threatening to shatter him into tiny pieces. He made a sound that couldn't even have been called a whimper, it was so breathless and soft.