The water swirled around them in gentle waves, and Spike groaned as his cock rubbed against Wesley's spine. "There isn't an inch of you I don't love," he said hoarsely, tracing the side of his thumb along the tense tendon in Wesley's inner thigh as his other hand kept stroking his erection. "I want every bit of you."
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Date: 2004-12-08 11:54 am (UTC)