Spike let his head fall back against the edge of the tub; it was suddenly too much work to hold it up. He didn't want anything to distract him from what Wesley was doing. "Like what? Desperate?" he asked with a shaky laugh, his body moving restlessly with Wesley's hands. He groaned with the next thrust of Wesley's fingers, shutting his eyes as he shuddered.
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Date: 2004-12-09 05:44 pm (UTC)