Splish splash, they're taking a bath!

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Continued from here.

"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]

Wesley held back a groan and rested his hand on Spike's knee. "Tell me," he said. "Tell me how much you want me."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"More than anything," Spike replied, keeping his touch light, not wanting to hurry. "I'm hungry for you all the time, love. Your touch. Your attention. Your eyes on me. Anything. Everything."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

The feel of Spike's erection pressed against Wesley's lower back was maddening, Spike's grip on his cock teasing, almost playful. "I get aroused just thinking about you," Wesley managed to get out. "And when you touch me..."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Wesley's words made Spike even warmer than the water did. "You're always so responsive," he said. "You don't hold back. I love that about you. I could get lost in you."

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley gasped and pushed himself into Spike's grip harder. He could feel his pulse beating more quickly, and it was an effort not to beg for more, to just let this happen as it would. "You're so good at this."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

Spike groaned softly as Wesley moved, his cock desperate for attention. "Am I?" he asked, stroking Wesley just a bit more firmly. The water made his movements more languid, and he brought his other hand down to cup Wesley's balls. "What do you like about it?"

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

"It would be... easier to list what I didn't like," Wesley said, watching Spike's hands on him. "Which... would be nothing. God, the way your skin feels... and that thing you're doing with your thumb..." He gasped again. "Yes, that."

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

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."