Spike did it again, adding an extra twist of his wrist, and listened with delight as Wesley responded with something like a whimper. Wesley's body was so warm and pulsing with life that it felt to Spike almost as though he were holding his heartbeat in his hands. "You feel so good, love. Just the right size in my hand, in me. I love that I can do this to you, touch you, make you hard."
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