Giles parted his legs for Wesley and watched as he lathered his fingers with the lotion. A small groan left his mouth when he felt the first finger slide into him. "Wesley," he whispered as he felt his erect cock started to throb even more. "So bloody good." When Wesley added another finger, Giles had to force himself to relax. It'd been so long since he'd done this with anyone.
"You're doing fine, love," he said, encouraging Wesley. When a third finger was added, Giles pulled his legs up to give his love better access. He felt himself loosen up and he knew he'd be ready soon. "I love you so much, Wesley." He pushed a little against the other man's fingers and moaned.
"I'm ready now," Giles said in a strained voice. He wanted to feel his lover inside of him and didn't think he could wait any longer.
Hearing Rupert's words of encouragement and the lovely sounds he was making, Wesley felt his heart swell with love. He wanted so much to make this as pleasurable and wondeful for him as he could. He wanted him so much
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It was a new sensation for him, and Giles had to will himself from passing out. It'd been so long since he'd had anyone inside of him, and Wesley filled him perfectly. With a sigh, he pulled his knees up and opened himself widely for his lover before pulling him down for a deep kiss. "Love you so much," he gasped when he felt Wesley rubbing against his erect cock.
Holding him close, Giles buried his head against his lover's shoulder and started to thrust against him. He squeezed his eyes close as he felt himself tightening up already. No one could ever make him come like Wesley could. "So close, love..." he groaned as he pushed his head against the pillow.
A flash of white light exploded behind his eyes and Giles screamed out his lover's name as he came between them.
Groaning against Rupert's lips when he felt him open wider to him, Wesley began moving a bit faster. His lover's cock was between them, rubbing against his stomach, and his lover lay beneath him, flushed and tight. It was a moment Wesley didn't think he'd forget for the rest of his life, no matter how many times they ended up doing this after today
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Giles loudly groaned when he felt Wesley's warmth fill him up. It felt so good, and so right. He never wanted to be apart from his love ever again. When Wesley fell on him, Giles held him close and softly stroked his back as both of them struggled to catch their breath. "Amazing," he pushed out
( ... )
"I definitely agree that it's been a productive session," Wesley said with a chuckle, leaning his face into Rupert's hand as he looked down at him. When the mobile rang, Wesley couldn't help but let out a sigh. At least it wasn't his phone
( ... )
Giles was relieved that Wesley didn't poke fun at him for not knowing how to use his e-mail. He was teased enough by Dawn, Willow, and Andrew about it. "Thank you," he gratefully said as he took his boxers from Wesley. He slipped them on and stretched his arms above his head, and a few bones popped. "Getting bloody old."
He followed his lover out into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I am a bit famished. How about I order some Chinese take away while you kick...boot...whatever with your computer," he said before reaching for the phone book. When he opened it, he chuckled when a Chinese menu fell out of the front cover. "Always prepared."
Picking up the cordless phone, he rang the restaurant and ordered the food. Once he'd rang off, he stood from the couch and picked up the bag, which held what they were going to research. He then sat back down and flipped through the papers, trying to see if he'd missed anything the first time.
"You are not old," Wesley told Rupert, shaking his head. He knew that he was in better shape that a lot of men around even Wesley's own age. Part and parcel of having to train a Slayer
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When Wesley laughed, Giles grinned. It was something he hadn't heard a lot of since coming there. He knew times were tough on the lot of them but he missed hearing Wesley laugh. It was so simple, and almost child-like. Giles sometimes wondered if Roger had forbid Wesley to laugh as a child.
"Huh?" he finally asked as he looked up from the papers. "Oh, yes, right, my log-in name is r.giles and my password is..." He paused for a second and looked at his lover. "I'll have you know Xander was the one who set the account up for me and thought the password to be quite amusing, and if you laugh, I'll make sure you pay for it."
Giles cleared his throat, knowing he still had to give the ruddy password to Wesley. "It's gman69. Go ahead, laugh like a little schoolgirl," he said, waiting for Wesley's reaction. "And yes, I do know what '69' is and I'm quite good at it."
As Rupert told him his login name for the Council e-mail system, Wesley tapped it in then looked up, waiting for the password. He could see that his lover really apparently didn't want to give it to him, making him wonder what in the hell Xander had made it.
"It can't be that bad, love. I promise not to laugh," he said, sitting back a bit and waiting until finally, he told him.
Remembering Rupert's threat, he pursed his lips together and typed it in. As he did, he felt the laugh threatening to spill, so he bit down.
That worked until Rupert mentioned that he knew what 69 stood for and that he was quite good at it. "No complaints from me on that front," he managed to push out, having to swallow the laugh that bubbled up. He hit the retrieve button on the e-mail program and watched as it accessed, several messages downloading.
"Here. You want me to print out Andrew's message," he asked before hiding his face for a moment.
"You're doing fine, love," he said, encouraging Wesley. When a third finger was added, Giles pulled his legs up to give his love better access. He felt himself loosen up and he knew he'd be ready soon. "I love you so much, Wesley." He pushed a little against the other man's fingers and moaned.
"I'm ready now," Giles said in a strained voice. He wanted to feel his lover inside of him and didn't think he could wait any longer.
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Holding him close, Giles buried his head against his lover's shoulder and started to thrust against him. He squeezed his eyes close as he felt himself tightening up already. No one could ever make him come like Wesley could. "So close, love..." he groaned as he pushed his head against the pillow.
A flash of white light exploded behind his eyes and Giles screamed out his lover's name as he came between them.
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He followed his lover out into the living room and sat down on the couch. "I am a bit famished. How about I order some Chinese take away while you kick...boot...whatever with your computer," he said before reaching for the phone book. When he opened it, he chuckled when a Chinese menu fell out of the front cover. "Always prepared."
Picking up the cordless phone, he rang the restaurant and ordered the food. Once he'd rang off, he stood from the couch and picked up the bag, which held what they were going to research. He then sat back down and flipped through the papers, trying to see if he'd missed anything the first time.
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"Huh?" he finally asked as he looked up from the papers. "Oh, yes, right, my log-in name is r.giles and my password is..." He paused for a second and looked at his lover. "I'll have you know Xander was the one who set the account up for me and thought the password to be quite amusing, and if you laugh, I'll make sure you pay for it."
Giles cleared his throat, knowing he still had to give the ruddy password to Wesley. "It's gman69. Go ahead, laugh like a little schoolgirl," he said, waiting for Wesley's reaction. "And yes, I do know what '69' is and I'm quite good at it."
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"It can't be that bad, love. I promise not to laugh," he said, sitting back a bit and waiting until finally, he told him.
Remembering Rupert's threat, he pursed his lips together and typed it in. As he did, he felt the laugh threatening to spill, so he bit down.
That worked until Rupert mentioned that he knew what 69 stood for and that he was quite good at it. "No complaints from me on that front," he managed to push out, having to swallow the laugh that bubbled up. He hit the retrieve button on the e-mail program and watched as it accessed, several messages downloading.
"Here. You want me to print out Andrew's message," he asked before hiding his face for a moment.
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