They might spend the next two weeks in bed.

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Wesley muffled a groan against Spike's shoulder, mouthing at the skin there before scraping his teeth across it. "Very persuasive," he agreed.

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"Mmm, maybe I'm not," Spike murmured against Wesley's lips, toying gently with Wesley's nipple.

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Wesley moved his mouth down to Spike's throat again, nipping at it with his teeth as he rocked his body gently, moaning at the feel of Spike's cock inside him. "You're perfect," he whispered.

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Spike groanted softly, moving with Wesley's body. "I like your idea of perfect," he said, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers and exposing more of his neck to Wesley's mouth. "God, I love you."

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As they moved together slowly, Wesley lavished his attention on Spike's throat, sucking, licking, and biting at it, watching as he created small flushed marks on the pale skin. "Tell me what it feels like," he urged. "What you imagine it would feel like, with me."

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The journey of Wesley's mouth was so distracting that it took Spike a moment to answer. Sliding his hand around to hold him more tightly, he said, "I'd want you close, in my arms, pressed up against me. As close as we could get. I'd start by kissing and sucking gently on your skin, pulling the blood to the surface. My mouth would be watering to taste you, but I'd want to draw it out, make us both ache for it before I did it."

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"I'm always aching for you," Wesley said. "Would you do it like this?" He chose an already-reddened place on Spike's skin and pressed his mouth over it, sucking at that one spot, first gently and then more firmly.

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His eyes still closed, Spike groaned. "Yeah, like that, love. Enjoying your skin. How it feels. How it tastes," he said, his voice becoming rougher. "It'd get too hard to hold back, and I'd give in. Sink my teeth into you, feel your flesh part and your blood rise. The bite would hurt you at first - can't change that - but then I'd start to draw your blood into my mouth." His hips began to speed up as he moved in shallow thrusts inside of Wesley. "God, that first rush is the best, when it's so hot and sweet. It'd make your head spin, and you'd hold onto me, wanting more."

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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."