Reality Bends to Desire

Wesley tensed and jerked, a gush of slippery heat spilling between them as he cried out wordlessly, and it encouraged Spike to lift Wesley's hips and increase the rhythm of his own movements. It all felt so incredibly good - Wesley's body all around him, his orgasm making him clench his muscles that much more tightly, his blood so strong and healthy in Spike's mouth - and he trembled with the effort of not flying apart. "God. Oh, fucking god," he panted between licks of Wesley's throat, his face changing back to its human form and his hips working harder and faster. Wesley clung to him, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Spike buried his face in his throat, held him close, and with a shout poured out his release deep in his body.