A sharp surge of elation rushed through Spike, and he redoubled his efforts, stroking Wesley's cock with swift, sure movements. Wesley was hot in his hands, tense and trembling against him, and Spike avidly soaked in every detail, every gasp, every moan, every throb, every unconscious shift of his body. "Going to come for me, love?" he asked against Wesley's throat. "Going to show me how much you like how I touch you?"
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Date: 2004-12-08 04:16 pm (UTC)