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Wesley took advantage of their position to kiss Spike again, more fiercely this time.

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Spike could feel more than hear the sound of pleasure that rose from deep in his throat when Wesley kissed him. The taste of Wesley mixed with alcohol and a slight hint of curry was sweet in his mouth, and Spike's hands were eager and restless as he fell deeper into the embrace. He wanted more contact, more skin, more everything. He began to pull Wesley's two shirts free from his pants, desperate to touch the taut skin he had seen earlier that night.

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Spike stopped immediately when he felt Wesley retreating, and he looked up, unsure of what he would find in Wesley's eyes.

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Without his shirt, Wesley was warmer, harder, and even more overwhelmingly appealing. Spike didn't quite manage to resist the urge to rub himself against him like a cat, and he closed his eyes with the pleasure of skin sliding against skin and of lips and tongue moving against his flesh. "Shoes off, then no more standing," he said in a rough voice.

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The feel of Spike's cool, strong body beneath his was enough to make Wesley have to close his eyes for a moment. He wanted to taste every inch of Spike, to let the experience consume him and blot out the memories that blended and bled into one another at the back of his mind.

Wesley's mouth traced a path from Spike's lips to his throat, then down across his chest to the silken skin of his abdomen, licking and breathing careless warm air as he went.