Relieving the tension.

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Swallowing a groan, Spike knelt between Wesley's legs and slid his free hand up the inside of Wesley's thigh. "Want to make you come, Wes. I want to make you come so bloody hard you couldn't stop yourself if you tried, and I want to be inside you when you do." Slowing the pace of his stroking, he gently cupped Wesley's balls and slipped one finger back to tease the sensitive strip of skin behind them.

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[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley left his hand where it was on Spike's back, running his thumb gently back and forth over one vertebra in what he hoped was a comforting, soothing gesture. It was also, not surprisingly, about all he was capable of in that moment. He was soaked with perspiration, they were both sticky and damp, and he couldn't recall the last time he'd felt so at peace.

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"Was that..." Spike swallowed, surprised to hear his voice still so rough with passion. "Was that what you wanted, then?" he asked, lifting his gaze from Wesley's chest to his face. He couldn't think about how different it had felt for him. He couldn't think what having a soul meant for the pleasures of the flesh. Not yet.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

As part of his answer, Wesley slid his hand into Spike's hair and pulled him down for a much gentler kiss, opening his mouth to Spike's. "Exactly what I wanted," he said, trying to sound sincere against the heavy pull of post-sex lethargy and too much alcohol. He blinked and looked into Spike's eyes, confused by what he saw there. "And you?"

[flaming-muse.livejournal.com]

"You have no idea how much I needed that," Spike said, smiling perhaps a bit wistfully as he kissed him again. He pulled out and away, resting on his side and stroking his hand over Wesley's flushed chest.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

Wesley closed his eyes and made a small hum of contentment at the touch. Part of him would have liked to roll over toward Spike and put an arm around him, but the rest of him was too tired and too cautious to do so. Instead, he reached down and put his hand over Spike's, lacing their fingers together. Sleepily, he murmured, "I'm glad you stayed."