Wesley closed his eyes and inhaled sharply at the feel of Spike's hand on him. Strong, knowing fingers that weren't hesitant in the least, that touched him as if they'd been doing so for years and knew just what he liked. He felt his own grip on Spike's cock tighten involuntarily. "I see there's some -- " he broke off to gasp as Spike's hand stroked," -- advantage to a hundred plus years of experience."