Wesley's need was evident in the tension in his body as well as his voice, and Spike relished his reaction to every touch. He drew a fingernail lightly over Wesley's nipple before he licked and sucked at it again, his hand sliding up over firm muscle to trace the elegant curve of Wesley's collarbone.
"Please what?" Spike asked, careful not to let the hand squeezing and twisting around Wesley's cock fall into a rhythm that would bring an early end to their pleasure.
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Date: 2004-01-18 11:30 am (UTC)"Please what?" Spike asked, careful not to let the hand squeezing and twisting around Wesley's cock fall into a rhythm that would bring an early end to their pleasure.