Splish splash, they're taking a bath!

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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"It might take her a bit to warm up," Spike agreed, "but it sounds like you've both changed a lot in these past few years. And she's more like you than you think." He hugged Wesley closer. "I think I'd end up the third wheel if she were here."

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"I'd have guessed that much," Wesley said, brushing a fingertip over the mark again, then reaching for Spike's hand and bringing it to his throat, pressing Spike's knuckles over the bite.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike pulled his hand back so that he was barely brushing Wesley's skin. "Don't, love. Doesn't that hurt?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"Only a bit," Wesley said. "It does other things, too." He brought Spike's hand down to his groin and rubbed it over his half swollen cock. "I love you. The things you do to me..."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

With a muffled groan, Spike wrapped his fingers around Wesley's cock, touching it lightly and feeling it harden in his hand. "I like doing them to you," he said huskily, dipping his head to kiss Wesley's shoulder.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley shivered and did his best not to drop his juice glass into the tub as his body responded to Spike's touch. "I'd have said there was no way I could possibly get aroused again so soon. Seems I'd have been wrong."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"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.'

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"No," Wesley said. "Wait -- yes. But only long enough to set this back on the floor before I drop it." He gestured with the glass he was holding.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Good thinking." Spike kept his fingers moving on Wesley's erection but took the glass with his other hand. He lowered it over the side of the tub and let it drop the last inch to the floor so that he didn't have to move. It landed with a clunk but didn't tip over. Not that Spike would have cared if it had made a mess, because the low level of arousal he always felt when touching Wesley was growing into something far more insistent. "If I could have my hands on you all the time I would."