Giles could feel himself hardening as Wesley's cock twitched in his mouth. Soon his mouth was full of Wesley's release and he groaned before swallowing it down. He carefully sucked up Wesley's softening cock and sat up on his knees. As Wesley came down from his orgasm, Giles got off the bed and stripped off his clothes.
He stroked his cock a few times, making sure it was hard before kneeling between Wesley's legs again. Giles lubed his fingers up again and slowly started to stretch Wesley out without saying a word. "I'm rather proud of you, love," he whispered. When Wesley was completely stretched, Giles lubed up his own cock and slowly thrust it inside of Wesley.
Giles grabbed his lover's legs and had him bend them at the knees before he started to thrust into Wesley. "Now, here's one I hope you can answer..." he moaned as he looked down at his lover. "I think you should now tell me why you love me so much." He gave Wesley a cheeky look and angled his thrusts as he went deeper.
Still tied to the bedpost with Rupert's braces, Wesley opened his eyes, a low groan issuing from his throat when he saw his lover strip. He drank in the sight of him, his chest and legs and cock. God, he was handsome. And he was his
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Giles loved the little noises Wesley made when they were making love. He knew he was the one causing them, and no one else could ever get such a response out of Wesley. With his hand on Wesley's hips, he thrust into him deeper, listening to the words he was saying. When he was finished, Giles slowed his thrusts a little and looked down at him.
"And I love you because you're my Wesley. You taught me how to love enough, even if you were a bit annoying at first. You make me see things differently," Giles moaned as he continued to thrust inside his love. He looked down and noticed Wesley was hard again so he reached down and started to stroke him in time with his own thrusts.
He finally felt his balls start to tighten so he sped his thrusts up as he roughly pumped Wesley's cock. Before he could say another word, Giles' body exploded with an orgasm as he spilled himself inside of the other man. Panting, with sweat trickling down his face, Giles continue to stroke Wesley. "Come for me again, love," he whispered.
At Rupert's words, Wesley felt his heart pounding, love and want swirling together deep inside him. This man loved him. Despite how things had started out between them in Sunnydale, despite how they had come to be parted for so long, this man loved him and wanted him. This man was his life and always would be
( ... )
When Wesley came, Giles groaned at the feeling of his lover's warm release on his hand. Taking a deep breath, he carefully pulled himself out of Wesley. "Let me get some towels, love," he said as he got off the bed. He went to the bathroom and wet down some washcloths and picked up some towels. He then returned to the bedroom.
Reaching up, he untied Wesley's arms, allowing them to fall to the bed. Giles would deal with them later. He busied himself with cleaning Wesley up with the warm washcloth before drying him off. He then cleaned himself off and threw the towel and washcloths into the laundry basket before moving up the bed.
"All right, love?" Giles asked as he started to slowly massage Wesley's arms to get the circulation back. He took his time, wanting Wesley to be comfortable before they went to sleep. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
As Rupert got the towels to clean them up, Wesley went slack, letting his arms hang above his head as he closed his eyes. He hadn't felt more complete and satiated in a long time. His lover brought out a side of him that no one else knew about, that no one else could understand or touch, and it made him feel whole
( ... )
Giles smiled when Wesley pulled him closer so they could hold each other while they slept. This was one of the things he'd missed when Wesley had walked out of their relationship. He often found himself snuggling with one of his pillows, wishing it was Wesley. And now that they were together again, he found himself being able to sleep better.
"I love you," he whispered as his eyes fluttered shut. "Good night, love."
The following morning, Giles woke up, still in Wesley's arms. He didn't want to slip out of them just yet so he watched his lover sleep, wondering what he was dreaming. Raising his hand up, he ran his fingers through Wesley's hair before leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"As much as it pains me to know you have to go to work, and leave me behind, I do suppose you should get up, love," Giles whispered before giving Wesley a soft kiss on the lips.
Morning came far too quickly for Wesley's liking. When he felt Rupert's lips against his after telling him that he had to get up and go to work, he groaned, opening his eyes a crack as he tightened his arms around his lover.
"I don't think this is going to work," he muttered softly. "The thought of having to get up and leave you every morning is quite intolerable."
After kissing him again, he nudged Rupert up so he could sit up and look at him, running the back of his hand over his cheek.
"I...I know that you don't like the firm, but...would you come to work with me? At least for a little while, until you figure out what you'd like to do know that you're living here with me," he said. "I have some translations that I could use some help with."
Giles sat back on his heels and looked at Wesley as he spoke. It wasn't a secret that Giles didn't like the things they did at the firm, but the thought of Wesley being there without him tugged at his heart. He knew his lover could take care of himself rather well, but he also knew he'd feel better if he was there too. Just incase something happened. He wasn't about to lose Wesley again
( ... )
When Rupert said that he'd come with him to work, Wesley smiled happily, pressing his cheek into his lover's touch. It meant so much to him that he was agreeing even though he didn't like the firm
( ... )
Giles happily whistled as he started the tea. It was nice to have someone else to make tea for. Before, when it was just him, he would make his morning tea and drink it in silence. He missed having someone to chat with in the morning, and it made it rather happy to know Wesley was going to be there with him.
The tea was starting to steep when Wesley walked in. "Eggs and toast will be lovely," he said with a smile. "Just don't burn the toast like you have before." Giles gave his lover a soft kiss and headed to the bathroom.
He took a hot shower, allowing the water to loosen his muscles. From traveling all the way to London, to unpacking his things, Giles was a bit sore. When the shower was finished, he dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a grey shirt. He knew he could probably go to the firm in jeans, but he wanted to look professional incase he ran into someone.
After placing his towel in the hamper, he came back out to the kitchen. "Well, the fire alarm didn't go off so I assume we're safe," he said with a cheeky look
"I have this wonderful thing called a toaster that actually works," Wesley told him with a laugh. "I won't burn it."
While Rupert disappeared into the bathroom, Wesley pulled the eggs and bread they had bought the day before at the shop and set them on the counter. He got the bread toasting, then scrambled up some eggs since that was the quickest and easiest way to make them, he found.
After he put the toast on two plates once it popped up, he grabbed some cheese from the fridge and spinkled it on the eggs. By this time, Rupert returned the kitchen, looking quite handsome in his trousers and grey shirt.
"I told you I've got better," Wesley told his lover. "I did actually learn to fend a bit for myself and not always rely on takeaway."
He put the eggs on the two plates and handed one to Rupert before going to rumage in the fridge again and getting out some butter and jam. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "Once we're finished, we can head in. Hopefully, today will be a quiet day."
He stroked his cock a few times, making sure it was hard before kneeling between Wesley's legs again. Giles lubed his fingers up again and slowly started to stretch Wesley out without saying a word. "I'm rather proud of you, love," he whispered. When Wesley was completely stretched, Giles lubed up his own cock and slowly thrust it inside of Wesley.
Giles grabbed his lover's legs and had him bend them at the knees before he started to thrust into Wesley. "Now, here's one I hope you can answer..." he moaned as he looked down at his lover. "I think you should now tell me why you love me so much." He gave Wesley a cheeky look and angled his thrusts as he went deeper.
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"And I love you because you're my Wesley. You taught me how to love enough, even if you were a bit annoying at first. You make me see things differently," Giles moaned as he continued to thrust inside his love. He looked down and noticed Wesley was hard again so he reached down and started to stroke him in time with his own thrusts.
He finally felt his balls start to tighten so he sped his thrusts up as he roughly pumped Wesley's cock. Before he could say another word, Giles' body exploded with an orgasm as he spilled himself inside of the other man. Panting, with sweat trickling down his face, Giles continue to stroke Wesley. "Come for me again, love," he whispered.
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Reaching up, he untied Wesley's arms, allowing them to fall to the bed. Giles would deal with them later. He busied himself with cleaning Wesley up with the warm washcloth before drying him off. He then cleaned himself off and threw the towel and washcloths into the laundry basket before moving up the bed.
"All right, love?" Giles asked as he started to slowly massage Wesley's arms to get the circulation back. He took his time, wanting Wesley to be comfortable before they went to sleep. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
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"I love you," he whispered as his eyes fluttered shut. "Good night, love."
The following morning, Giles woke up, still in Wesley's arms. He didn't want to slip out of them just yet so he watched his lover sleep, wondering what he was dreaming. Raising his hand up, he ran his fingers through Wesley's hair before leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"As much as it pains me to know you have to go to work, and leave me behind, I do suppose you should get up, love," Giles whispered before giving Wesley a soft kiss on the lips.
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"I don't think this is going to work," he muttered softly. "The thought of having to get up and leave you every morning is quite intolerable."
After kissing him again, he nudged Rupert up so he could sit up and look at him, running the back of his hand over his cheek.
"I...I know that you don't like the firm, but...would you come to work with me? At least for a little while, until you figure out what you'd like to do know that you're living here with me," he said. "I have some translations that I could use some help with."
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The tea was starting to steep when Wesley walked in. "Eggs and toast will be lovely," he said with a smile. "Just don't burn the toast like you have before." Giles gave his lover a soft kiss and headed to the bathroom.
He took a hot shower, allowing the water to loosen his muscles. From traveling all the way to London, to unpacking his things, Giles was a bit sore. When the shower was finished, he dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a grey shirt. He knew he could probably go to the firm in jeans, but he wanted to look professional incase he ran into someone.
After placing his towel in the hamper, he came back out to the kitchen. "Well, the fire alarm didn't go off so I assume we're safe," he said with a cheeky look
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While Rupert disappeared into the bathroom, Wesley pulled the eggs and bread they had bought the day before at the shop and set them on the counter. He got the bread toasting, then scrambled up some eggs since that was the quickest and easiest way to make them, he found.
After he put the toast on two plates once it popped up, he grabbed some cheese from the fridge and spinkled it on the eggs. By this time, Rupert returned the kitchen, looking quite handsome in his trousers and grey shirt.
"I told you I've got better," Wesley told his lover. "I did actually learn to fend a bit for myself and not always rely on takeaway."
He put the eggs on the two plates and handed one to Rupert before going to rumage in the fridge again and getting out some butter and jam. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "Once we're finished, we can head in. Hopefully, today will be a quiet day."
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