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"That's it," Spike murmured. His hand was back in Xander's hair, touching without controlling. The weight of it felt good; like he was small and protected. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Want me to take that pretty arse and spread it wide open."
Xander moaned, voice breaking on the final note. Yes, he wanted to say. And please. But the only syllable that formed on his tongue was the wrong one, so he pressed his lips on the place between cock and sac and moaned again.
Spike tugged at his hair, forcing him to look up. Licking his lips, Xander made sure he was still stroking His cock. Didn't want to lose contact. "Want you to tell me," Spike said. "Tell me you want it."
Xander nodded his head jerkily, trying to say it with his eyes, Yes, Spike, please, *please*.
"Nuh uh. Want you to speak," Spike said firmly.
He opened his mouth, worked his jaw. Tried to put his tongue in the right place to say something. He looked at Spike imploringly and whimpered.
"Tell me." A strange, burning intensity flared in His eyes, words almost breathless--but Xander wasn't afraid. "Tell me, pet. Say it. Say you want me."
"Ye--" Xander knew he sounded like he was choking, but at least that was the right beginning. Close, now. All he needed to do was hiss at the end, and that would be enough. That would be yes. "Ye--"
"Good enough!"
Xander heard the words without understanding them. He did understand Spike's hand on his arm, tugging him onto his feet and then almost carrying him toward the bedroom.
Spike kicked open the door and nearly threw the boy on to the bed. His pants were down and off by the time he reached the edge, crawling naked on all fours until he surrounded Xander.
The boy looked up at him, wide eyed, hungry, wanting. Yeah. That was how he wanted him.
"Good thing I kept you naked, yeah?" he said hoarsely, spreading Xander's legs roughly. He had enough thought to suck his fingers into his mouth before probing the boy's hole, clumsily preparing him.
"That's it," Spike murmured. His hand was back in Xander's hair, touching without controlling. The weight of it felt good; like he was small and protected. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Want me to take that pretty arse and spread it wide open."
Xander moaned, voice breaking on the final note. Yes, he wanted to say. And please. But the only syllable that formed on his tongue was the wrong one, so he pressed his lips on the place between cock and sac and moaned again.
Spike tugged at his hair, forcing him to look up. Licking his lips, Xander made sure he was still stroking His cock. Didn't want to lose contact. "Want you to tell me," Spike said. "Tell me you want it."
Xander nodded his head jerkily, trying to say it with his eyes, Yes, Spike, please, *please*.
"Nuh uh. Want you to speak," Spike said firmly.
He opened his mouth, worked his jaw. Tried to put his tongue in the right place to say something. He looked at Spike imploringly and whimpered.
"Tell me." A strange, burning intensity flared in His eyes, words almost breathless--but Xander wasn't afraid. "Tell me, pet. Say it. Say you want me."
"Ye--" Xander knew he sounded like he was choking, but at least that was the right beginning. Close, now. All he needed to do was hiss at the end, and that would be enough. That would be yes. "Ye--"
"Good enough!"
Xander heard the words without understanding them. He did understand Spike's hand on his arm, tugging him onto his feet and then almost carrying him toward the bedroom.
Spike kicked open the door and nearly threw the boy on to the bed. His pants were down and off by the time he reached the edge, crawling naked on all fours until he surrounded Xander.
The boy looked up at him, wide eyed, hungry, wanting. Yeah. That was how he wanted him.
"Good thing I kept you naked, yeah?" he said hoarsely, spreading Xander's legs roughly. He had enough thought to suck his fingers into his mouth before probing the boy's hole, clumsily preparing him.