Spike had seen a lot of beautiful things over the years - gorgeous people, masterful artwork, Angel tripping and falling on his face - but Wesley in the midst of his orgasm had to rank right near the top for him. Any last hint of his reserve was gone; he was completely lost in the pleasure of the moment, head thrown back, back arched, and hands clinging to Spike. "Yes. Yes," Spike whispered as Wesley cried out, his hips jerking and his cock throbbing with his release. "That's it. Just like that. Love you. Love you."
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Date: 2004-12-08 05:28 pm (UTC)