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.
Wesley pulled Spike closer with both hands on the small of his back, fingertips sliding just underneath the waistband of Spike's jeans. Their lower bodies rubbed together maddeningly, the layers of fabric separating them making Wesley groan with frustration.
Wesley couldn't have agreed more, but he didn't want to stop touching Spike long enough to cooperate. "There must be a spell for this," he muttered just before their lips met again.
Spike was happily distracted from his mission for a few minutes more, but he wasn't satisfied with how Wesley's clothes restricted where Spike could touch him. "Think we can manage it without magic," he said between kisses, sliding his left hand out from beneath Wesley's clothing to start unbuttoning his outer shirt.
Wesley had to content himself with touching as much of Spike's skin as possible while trying not to get in the vampire's way as his own shirt was unbuttoned. The difficulty of doing both at the same time while rather drunk made him feel clumsy, and he hesitated, pulling back slightly.
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