Breathless, Wesley arched his body under Spike's. It felt as if all of his nerve endings were straining toward Spike's touch, desperate for more. "Please," he said, only vaguely aware that he was saying what Spike wanted to hear.
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.
Wesley was lost in Spike's touch, deliberately lost for the first time he could remember -- in either set of memories. Still, it was a struggle to say the words, although that didn't make them any less true. "I... want you," he gasped finally.
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Date: 2004-01-18 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
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.
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Date: 2004-01-18 01:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-18 05:40 pm (UTC)