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.
There was some movement over him, and he suddenly felt his wrists being released from their bindings. Unable to move them, they fell to the bed, but Wesley didn't care. Instead, he relished into Rupert's gentle touches and caresses as he cleaned him up before massaging his arms as he cuddled next to him.
"I feel wonderful," he told him drowzily, giving him a satisfied smile. His arms were waking up now and buzzing a little from the lack of blood flow, but it didn't matter, not compared to the delicious ache of pleasure. "You didn't hurt me."
Finally able to move his arms, he brought them up and wrapped them around Rupert, drawing him closer. "Want to hold you while we sleep," he murmured before pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Never want to let you go."
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.
"Of course I'll come with you," Giles said as he reached out and cupped Wesley's face. "But, I'll have to warn you - the first time Angel tries to boss me around, I'll dust him." He gave Wesley a cheeky grin and bent down and kissed him. "The only person I'll answer to is you. You know, the thought of you being my boss is rather interesting."
Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed it was getting late. "Why don't you jump into the shower and I'll get some tea brewing? I don't think we should shower together or we won't leave the house at all," he said with a small chuckle. He gave Wesley another kiss before sliding out of the bed and padding out to the kitchen to start the tea.
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.
"Fair enough," he said with a laugh, hoping that Angel knew better than to try to tell him what to do, the other night notwithstanding due to it's strangeness. He wondered if Angel was even going to show his face after having been caught shagging Eve.
Then Rupert mentioned the idea of Wesley himself bossing him around, and he immediately found his imagination running away with itself. He had never been brave enough before to ask Rupert to let him tie him up, to play the dominate one, but the idea of his lover doing as he instructed was extremely arousing. Even if that wasn't how he had actually meant what he had said. With Rupert, though, it was hard not to think that way.
While Rupert went out to the kitchen with the promise of tea, Wesley slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. He looked at his wrists and saw they were a bit red - obviously he had strained against the braces harder than he had thought the night before. It had been quite intense, all things considered. He definitely have to wear a long-sleeved shirt to work that day. It made him smile, though. It was somewhat like a love bite.
After taking his shower and washing his hair, he quickly dried off and got dressed, putting on his green long-sleeved shirt and khakis. He headed out into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the aroma of brewing tea. This was definitely the other thing he loved about having Rupert there. Having someone to share mornings with like this.
"The bathroom's all yours, love," he told him. "Since you've got the tea taken care of, I'll make breakfast if you'd like. Toast and eggs, maybe? I've got quite good at that."
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."
There was some movement over him, and he suddenly felt his wrists being released from their bindings. Unable to move them, they fell to the bed, but Wesley didn't care. Instead, he relished into Rupert's gentle touches and caresses as he cleaned him up before massaging his arms as he cuddled next to him.
"I feel wonderful," he told him drowzily, giving him a satisfied smile. His arms were waking up now and buzzing a little from the lack of blood flow, but it didn't matter, not compared to the delicious ache of pleasure. "You didn't hurt me."
Finally able to move his arms, he brought them up and wrapped them around Rupert, drawing him closer. "Want to hold you while we sleep," he murmured before pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Never want to let you go."
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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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"Of course I'll come with you," Giles said as he reached out and cupped Wesley's face. "But, I'll have to warn you - the first time Angel tries to boss me around, I'll dust him." He gave Wesley a cheeky grin and bent down and kissed him. "The only person I'll answer to is you. You know, the thought of you being my boss is rather interesting."
Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed it was getting late. "Why don't you jump into the shower and I'll get some tea brewing? I don't think we should shower together or we won't leave the house at all," he said with a small chuckle. He gave Wesley another kiss before sliding out of the bed and padding out to the kitchen to start the tea.
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"Fair enough," he said with a laugh, hoping that Angel knew better than to try to tell him what to do, the other night notwithstanding due to it's strangeness. He wondered if Angel was even going to show his face after having been caught shagging Eve.
Then Rupert mentioned the idea of Wesley himself bossing him around, and he immediately found his imagination running away with itself. He had never been brave enough before to ask Rupert to let him tie him up, to play the dominate one, but the idea of his lover doing as he instructed was extremely arousing. Even if that wasn't how he had actually meant what he had said. With Rupert, though, it was hard not to think that way.
While Rupert went out to the kitchen with the promise of tea, Wesley slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. He looked at his wrists and saw they were a bit red - obviously he had strained against the braces harder than he had thought the night before. It had been quite intense, all things considered. He definitely have to wear a long-sleeved shirt to work that day. It made him smile, though. It was somewhat like a love bite.
After taking his shower and washing his hair, he quickly dried off and got dressed, putting on his green long-sleeved shirt and khakis. He headed out into the kitchen, where he was greeted by the aroma of brewing tea. This was definitely the other thing he loved about having Rupert there. Having someone to share mornings with like this.
"The bathroom's all yours, love," he told him. "Since you've got the tea taken care of, I'll make breakfast if you'd like. Toast and eggs, maybe? I've got quite good at that."
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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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