Spike was so focused on getting Wesley to make that lovely noise again that he was barely aware of what Wesley's hands were doing until he felt one brushing unimpeded over his lower back. He shuddered, unable to choose between pressing forward against Wesley's body or back against the caress of his bare hand.
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Date: 2004-01-15 10:38 pm (UTC)