It wasn't the word Spike was expecting. It wasn't the tone he expected, either. It should've been a struggle, the voice thin and rough with disuse, maybe a touch of hesitancy. Something.
It was a struggle. He could see that in Xander's face as the boy contorted his lips and worked his jaw. But when he finally spoke ...
Low and soft and without a drop of hesitancy or insecurity within the richness. Xander believed it, totally. The adoration in his gaze was nothing to the deep trust in his voice.
Spike didn't hear the water moving as he leaned forward, mouth intent on the boy's.
Xander's mouth was one of the sweetest, softest things Spike had ever tasted. The boy was so compliant -- no, giving. He turned in Spike's arms until they were flush against each other, chest to chest, cock to cock. Xander opened his mouth without any coaxing, not just letting Spike kiss him, but kissing back softly. Gently. As if it was his first kiss.
Spike held himself still while Xander shifted positions. He wanted to take, but feeling -- tasting -- the boy give himself over was even better. Warm, compliant boy cuddling into his lap, legs sliding around his waist and a hard cock bumping against his. That wonderfully soft mouth exploring with a tentativeness that aroused more then just his erection.
"Say it again," he ordered when Xander finally pulled back. Lifting his hands out of the water, he pushed wet locks away from Xander's eyes. "Again, pet."
"Yours," Xander said, soft but clear. No struggle this time, just honesty. The boy smiled and bit his lip. He looked nervous and shy. Spike would've pegged him for a blushing virgin if not for the eager hardness pressing against his own.
Spike had to kiss him again. Drank from Xander's mouth as if it were blood, grateful when Xander accepted the slightly harsher kiss with a whimper of enjoyment. His cock twitched, demanding, and the boy's hips nudged forward in reaction.
Determined that this time was going to be different, Spike kept his touches light. Gentle. Not trying to take or force. The boy didn't need to be claimed, but he did need to learn that sex wasn't always about power. So he didn't make the first move, wanting Xander to go only as far as he wanted.
Laughing, Spike kissed him again as a reward. "Come on then, love. Up we go." Xander was steadier on his feet, able to climb out on his own. Good. He dried them both as much as he felt necessary -- not much -- and left the tub to drain on its own. Then he hastened his boy back to the bed, gently pushing him down on the dirty sheets and reclaiming Xander's mouth.
Oh, could he get used to this. "Sweet," he told Xander, rolling so that Spike was on the bottom. "You taste so sweet, pet."
Xander looked down at Spike, obviously confused by their position. Not just that, but Spike could tell he was confused by how gentle and slow they were moving, as well. He whimpered a little, a question in his eyes.
Spike smilled back reassuringly. "Not used to being on top, huh? Well, next lesson starts now, pet. Want you to touch me, Xander. I want you to touch me however you want to touch me. Not what'll please me most. What'll please you." Getting Xander to be the thinking creature he'd once been was impossible -- but Spike didn't want an automaton and never had. He wanted a boy that thought and came up with things on his own.
Xander seemed to understand, and the confusion on his face turned to wariness.
"It's okay, pet," Spike murmured reassuringly. "Promise you're not gonna get in trouble." He ran his hands through the boy's still-damp hair, his fingertips running over the scalp lightly. "You trust me, right?"
Xander nodded immediately. Yeah, he trusted Spike absolutely, but fear of punishment was stronger then the trust. He could see it in the boy's wide eyes.
Cupping a prickly jaw, Spike made the boy look at him. "You can't get in trouble, Xander. I promise. If I don't like it, I'll tell you to stop. And you still won't get into any trouble. No punishment." Hoping he'd gotten through, Spike folded his arms behind his head and waited for the boy to make a move.
Xander sat up a bit, staring down at Spike. His eyes roved over Spike's body in a way that made Spike even harder. Yeah, he knew he looked good. But to have that hot, needy gaze on his skin -- that was better than the preprogrammed response he'd been getting before. This was the most genuine reaction Xander had given him, and it was damned arousing.
"Touch me, pet," Spike whispered. "However you like. Want you to do what you want."
Xander nodded, his eyes focused on Spike's mouth. He had to muffle the grin right before lips descended on his. Sweet, wonderfully soft kisses. Almost chaste, except for the way the boy's cock thrust against his thigh. Then that mouth moved away, down his neck to chest and nipples. He was exploring as delicately as if he really were a virgin -- and, in a way, Spike supposed he was. At least when it came to doing what he wanted, and not what he was told.
Soft touch against the skin under his pecs and Spike didn't need to overact his gasp and arch.
Spike bit his lip, hard. Hand burying itself in drying locks, he knew that couldn't speak. Oh, he wanted to. He was a vocal lover, and enjoyed it when his partner was just as loud ... but if he started talking now, he knew he'd tell the boy more then just praise. That's right, so good, pet, he whispered inside his mind. Learn me, love. Find out all the things two people are supposed to find out their first time. So nice, pet, doin' just fine ...
He got so caught up with keeping the words inside that he didn't register Xander's wicked look. He did feel teeth closing around his navel, biting hard. "Fuck!" he cried out, arching into that stinging pleasure, just barely remembering not to rip out the boy's hair.
It was a struggle. He could see that in Xander's face as the boy contorted his lips and worked his jaw. But when he finally spoke ...
Low and soft and without a drop of hesitancy or insecurity within the richness. Xander believed it, totally. The adoration in his gaze was nothing to the deep trust in his voice.
Spike didn't hear the water moving as he leaned forward, mouth intent on the boy's.
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"Say it again," he ordered when Xander finally pulled back. Lifting his hands out of the water, he pushed wet locks away from Xander's eyes. "Again, pet."
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Determined that this time was going to be different, Spike kept his touches light. Gentle. Not trying to take or force. The boy didn't need to be claimed, but he did need to learn that sex wasn't always about power. So he didn't make the first move, wanting Xander to go only as far as he wanted.
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"Water getting too cool, pet?" Spike asked. He grinned and licked a bit at Xander's chin. "Want to go back to bed?"
"Ye--," Xander answered, nodding his head enthusiastically.
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Oh, could he get used to this. "Sweet," he told Xander, rolling so that Spike was on the bottom. "You taste so sweet, pet."
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"It's okay, pet," Spike murmured reassuringly. "Promise you're not gonna get in trouble." He ran his hands through the boy's still-damp hair, his fingertips running over the scalp lightly. "You trust me, right?"
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Cupping a prickly jaw, Spike made the boy look at him. "You can't get in trouble, Xander. I promise. If I don't like it, I'll tell you to stop. And you still won't get into any trouble. No punishment." Hoping he'd gotten through, Spike folded his arms behind his head and waited for the boy to make a move.
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Xander nodded, his eyes focused on Spike's mouth. He had to muffle the grin right before lips descended on his. Sweet, wonderfully soft kisses. Almost chaste, except for the way the boy's cock thrust against his thigh. Then that mouth moved away, down his neck to chest and nipples. He was exploring as delicately as if he really were a virgin -- and, in a way, Spike supposed he was. At least when it came to doing what he wanted, and not what he was told.
Soft touch against the skin under his pecs and Spike didn't need to overact his gasp and arch.
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The boy's tongue darted out lightly, as if he was just barely tasting. His lips moved down, and his teeth gently dragged over Spike's stomach.
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He got so caught up with keeping the words inside that he didn't register Xander's wicked look. He did feel teeth closing around his navel, biting hard. "Fuck!" he cried out, arching into that stinging pleasure, just barely remembering not to rip out the boy's hair.
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"That's my boy," Spike said hoarsely.
Xander gave him a proud, satisfied smile and then slid down a bit more to glide his tongue across one of Spike's hip bones.
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