One of Wesley's hands was on the small of Spike's back, clutching there, needing something to hold on. He gasped and snapped his hips up to meet Spike's next thrust, and the next, the two of them moving together. Suddenly desperate for more contact, he reached up and cupped the back of Spike's head, pulling him down for a brutal kiss, doing what he could to encourage more.
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Date: 2004-01-19 02:38 am (UTC)