"Must be making up for lost time," Spike murmured, sliding his fingers up and down Wesley's growing erection. His own cock was swelling, trapped between their bodies, and he shifted a bit to try to ease some of the discomfort. The wet, buoyant slide of skin against skin only encouraged his arousal. "Want me to stop?" He used his thumb and forefinger to toy with Wesley's foreskin to try to ensure that the answer would be 'no.'
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Date: 2004-12-06 10:08 pm (UTC)