Spike couldn't move fast enough when the fabric finally pulled free. His hands slipped under Wesley's clothing, skimming up his sides and around to his back. He slid his palms over shifting shoulder blades and down a supple spine, along ribs that were too close to the surface, and across enough warm skin to make Spike ache for more.
"You have no idea how good you feel," Spike said, his voice husky, when Wesley had moved his lips away just far enough to take an unsteady breath.
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Date: 2004-01-15 06:27 pm (UTC)"You have no idea how good you feel," Spike said, his voice husky, when Wesley had moved his lips away just far enough to take an unsteady breath.