A raspy gasp escapes me when I finally feel a finger circle my entrance. When it presses in at the same time I feel cool, wet lips wrap around the tip of my erection, I let out a cry. My back arched off the sofa, needing more of the lovely mouth. Beautiful mouth, torturous mouth. I shift around the fingers thrusting into my arse, moaning as I push back against them.
The burn is exquisite. It grows as he stretches me further, but he's distracting me from the pain by sucking on my cock. Opening my eyes, I pant through parted lip, groaning loudly when I see his mouth slide down my full length. Breathing is actually rather hard by now and the image of Angel taking me in all the way, doesn't make things better.
His words make me ache with need to come, but his hand is wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. My hand keep roaming over his body, digging my nails the skin of his back when his fingers hit my prostate. "Angel, need you, please," I keep whispering as I move underneath him. It's too much and to little at the same time. His mouth is slowly killing me, but I need him to fill me up. Make me whole.
Then he's moving and I shiver with anticipation as he moves his cock to my entrance. It burns, it hurts as he pushes in. My back bends like a bow as he shoves in deeper, filling me up. And god does it hurt, I had forgotten about that. I have not, however, forgotten how good it will get soon. Wrapping my legs around him again, I slide my hand in the back of his neck and pull him down. At the same time he shoves his cock into me, I pull him closer with my legs. A cry of pain dies as I crush my mouth to his.
But he's filling me now and it feels so good, so perfect, so right. I kiss him feverishly while I rock my hips, spearing myself onto him. It still hurts, but it's Angel and he's going so slow, so gently it nearly makes me cry. Either because he's so careful of because it's not going hard and fast enough I've no idea. Nor do I care right now.
I can feel my already tight balls rising as he pushes in and out of my channel. Everytime he its my prostate I get closer to my orgasm, gasping and groaning his name. My sweat slicked body slides against his as we move in tune faster and faster. Then his hand is around my throbbing shaft and I nearly cry out. Biting down on his shoulder hard, I my arms and legs tighten around him, holding on as though he's an anchor as my climax washes over me.
Balls rising all the way up, come spilling over his hand and my stomach as pull his head up roughly. I can feel a scream trying to erupt from my throat, but I quickly use his mouth again to kiss it away so no one can hear us. Panting for air, I go limp underneath him, my body spend and my brain apparently oozing out of my brain. Automatically, I keep clenching around him, wanting him to come to.
Reaching up with one trembling hand, I cup his face and rub my thumb over his kiss swollen lips. "Come for me, Angel," I manage to breathe out. Just lying there and let him do whatever he wants, needs, is will to take from me. Clamping down on him hard, I pull his head down again and scrape my teeth over his throat before biting hard enough to break skin.
The kiss he gives me when I enter him is heartbreaking. I know it must hurt, but he keeps urging me on, the need to come overriding the burn of friction for both of us. His kisses get heavier, needier, and I kiss him back with all the need that's been boiling inside me for so long. And he's so tight around me. So hot. I push further into his heat, still moving slowly, but enjoying the slow steady ache being ripped from my body. He moves against me, meeting each thrust, making me wonder how much closer to perfect this could possibly get.
I hear the whimper of a cry and I move my hand faster, before he bites my shoulder and I feel his whole body tighten below me, gripping me from every side until feel him on every inch of my body. My hand is drenched in his come, but I keep pulling a little, milking every sensation out of him. Shuddering slightly from the bite, I keep pumping inside him, so close now. I absorb the sound from his mouth, my tongue twining with his, tasting the pleasure coarsing through him and still tasting a lingering hint of his blood. His body goes limp below me but his muscles continue to clench around me, driving me to the brink. I suck on his thumb when he brings it up to my mouth and I feel a flutter deep in my gut at the way he's looking at me so sated and gentle, like I just gave him something better than any gift he's ever gotten. But then he's moving in closer, and I think maybe he's going to tease my neck again, but-
Teeth, teeth. All I can feel is teeth. My face hides in Wes's neck at the feel of his teeth digging into me, breaking the skin. The smell of blood, mine and his very faintly, is heady and I feel myself inhaling the scent of his neck, trying to get closer to some blood, any blood. The demon stirs, wanting more and I keep thrusting, so close, so close. My neck is throbbing, my cock is throbbing, I'm out of my mind with want. The spikes of pain at my neck sparkle behind my eyes and I vamp, thrusting harder, harder, harder into Wes. My teeth scrape his neck forcefully, once, twice, so close to just biting him and letting the blood drip into my mouth. There's a tiny voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to stop. No, no, no! And it gets louder as Wes finally releases my shoulder and I come, a howl escaping from deep in my chest and thankfully getting muffled by his scratched neck.
I stop thrusting and just freeze, the waves of pleasure still dancing through me. I want to pull away from him, run away, knowing that I could have done serious damage. He could have had a new scar at his throat. But I don't. I break. I nearly fall on top of him and just lick and kiss his neck as penance for almost doing something I should have known I would be too tempted not to do. "I'm so sorry, Wes, so sorry." I think I whisper "Sorry" a few more times before quieting and attempting to shift my weight somewhat off him.
It takes me a few moments to regain my composure enough to even look at him. I give him a soft kiss before telling him, "No biting next time, okay?" I can't control myself with you. No one so human has made me lose control that badly. I can't imagine what might have happened if I had actually bitten him. He would hate me, though I'm wondering if he does anyway.
The coppery tang of blood fills my mouth again. Not much, but it mixes with his come and I groan as the tastes mingle with each other. Giving me yet a new part of Angel to taste and explore. To make mine. Claim. Mine. His. And I curse the fact that it'll be gone again in an hour or so.
I can feel him loosing a little bit of control as he pounds into me harder. It hurts, but a surge of awe goes through me as I can feel his face against my neck. Willingly, I tilt my head back, putting my hand on his hair to hold him there. My legs tighten around him as I try to keep up with his pace.
The armrest of the sofa is digging into my shoulders hard, as he keeps thrusting into me. I keep clenching around him, reveling in the feeling of him filling me up completely. Then his teeth are on my neck as well and I moan loudly against his cool skin. Then his thrusts become more then a little painful and the teeth shaper. I can hear and feel him vamp out, but I knew before he even moved he would.
Arching up, I let go of his neck and bare mine. A shudder runs through me as I can feel teeth breaking skin. Marking me, nearly claiming me though I'm not such a fool to believe that's actually what he's doing. Then there's a scream and he freezes. My body wraps around his as I keep thrusting against him, milking his orgasm as it crashes over him a second time.
I keep holding him, hands soothing, legs tightening and my mouth murmuring nonsense as he comes down from an apparently great height. I can feel his tongue and lips against the scratches on my neck and wonder if I have anything with a turtleneck to wear. That thought makes me smile before it falters at his words.
"What are you sorry for?" I wonder softly, pulling his head up to search his eyes. "What's wrong Angel?" I look into them confused, but lean into the kiss willingly as he pressed his lips over mine. It's such a soft, sweet kiss it makes me hold him even more tighter as I run my hands through his hair kissing him back slowly, gently. Tongue swiping through his mouth until I need to breath.
Pulling back, I give him a shy smile, which only grows at his next words. My heart skips a beat and I suck in my breath. It wasn't the biting part which made me do what. Next time. My finger reaches out to trace the already healing wounds on his shoulder and neck. I know mine wont heal that fast and I don't care. I also don't think I'll be sitting comfortably for about a day or two, three. But god, it has been worth it.
"Next time?" I ask with a small voice. Dragging my eyes away from the wounds, I look at him with hope and fear in my eyes. Dear god, let there be a next time. I'd do anything for this man...pire. Because you love him. My fingers trace the ridges of his brow and I lean up to kiss his forehead. "You've beautiful."
The way his grip tightens around me when we kiss, I never want to let him go. I don't know how he can even ask what I'm sorry for, but I'm grateful that he's not upset. That does not happen again. Can't put him in jeopardy like that. Like Connor. May not have bit him, but I lead him right into the lion's den. I search his mouth with my tongue as if I might find the answers in there. I feel a little bereft when we have to part so he can breath, but I steady myself with the thought that I can kiss him again soon. When did this make my world turn upside down?
When he touches my wounds from his mouth I watch his face with worry, wondering if he's regreting the repercussions of that, but all I see is fascination and...care. I have no idea what he's thinking, but the look on his face puts me at ease somehow. He looks so beautiful, spent and langorous. My eyes wander to the marks on his throat and I have to look away knowing he's probably wondering how long it will take for them to heal, and how he's going to explain them to the others.
And his shy little voice questioning whether there will be next time makes my heart tighten. He was worried. I don't know what's worse, knowing that he was unsure of me wanting a next time, or him not believing that there would be a next time. I hope there will be. I don't know what to think of the hope in his eyes, but I lean down to kiss him again, even more grateful that he hasn't disappeared yet. I don't know why he hasn't, but I don't care.
He tells me I'm beautiful while I'm still vamped out, and I stiffen a little. I quickly change back, and shrug off his hand as delicately as possible. It feels wrong, him touching me when I'm like that. Like I'm tainted and he's going to get some disease. He shouldn't even see me like that when we're like this. I catch his lips again when his face lowers from my forehead, and I kiss him long and slow, wanting him to forget there was ever a demon there almost feeding on his neck. "Just a monster, Wes, you're the one who's beautiful." I whisper to myself, watching those beautiful eyes in awe.
"Yeah. Next time. If you want." I smile a little to hide the little flare of insecurity I feel. "I owe you one, don't I," I tease him lightly, trailing my fingers down his chest. "I-" Love you. "Don't want to lose you again, Wes. You're," all I have left, "too important to me."
When I tell him he's beautiful I can feel him tensing in my arms. The change from game face back to his normal visage is so fast, I hardly have time to see it. I frown at that, looking at him a little worried. Just as I'm about to ask him why he did that, that it really does not matter to me which face he wears, he dips his head and his lips are on mine again.
It's another long slow kiss, where we take a few small pauses in between for me to get a lung full of air and go on. It's lovely; it makes me tingle all the way in my toes. I could kiss him for hours on end if not days. My legs slide down his body, but my arms hold on tight. Slide one over his back, down to cup his arse, I move the other up his neck to play with the hair at the nap of it. He whispers some words against my lips, but I can't hear what he says.
When we pull back, I smile at him a little bit taken aback by the look in his eyes. “You are beautiful," I whisper, rubbing my thumb over kiss swollen lips. "Either way." I love who you are Angel, not just a part of you. He shouldn’t have to hide any part of him, no matter how much shame it brings. I've always known what he was, who he was, how can I not know with the way I was raised.
My smile grows again when he tells me there's a next time, if I want. There's something in his slime I cannot place, but his next words confuse me. "You owe me one?" Shaking my head to deny that, opening my mouth to say that he doesn’t owe me anything, I suddenly turn bright red when I realize what he means. "Oh....Right. Yes, well."
Clearing my throat, I grab the finger trailing down my chest and bring it up to my lips. Kissing it lightly, I give him a sad smile, my other hand still cupping his face. "You've not lost me before, Angel," I whisper. It only seemed that way, because you no longer wanted me. "And you wont lose me." I love you too much for that. Always have. Always will.
Lacing our fingers together I put our entwined hands on my chest and shift a little. This sofa is far from comfortable. Next time, I vote for a bed or the floor. Bed, actually. I'd love to have him in my own bed. Or be in his. Wonder if he'd let me in there. Wonder if Spike can smell us or other demons. How strangely wonderly that I cannot seem to care about that one wit.
I love the way he slides against me, his hands not stopping their exploration even if neither of us is ready for another round. I *want* to be ready, but twice was enough for now. I think I groan a little when he cups my ass, and his thumb against my lips is so tempting. His thumb is tracing my mouth and I kiss it softly in adoration; his hands are so beautiful and strong even as slight as they look. He tells me I'm beautiful again and the look in his eyes is so open and caring, I want to believe his words, but it still feels strange to think of him making love to little better than a demon.
I swipe a lick up his thumb and watch with a smile as he blushes. I move in close so I'm whispering against his ear and can feel the heat rise in his cheeks. "Someone who makes me come that hard should get as many times as they want." I give his earlobe a little lick and back away to watch the blush deepen along his throat. It's nice to know there's still some propriety or innocence left in my Wes. Always did love watching him stammer and blush.
He takes my hand away from his chest and I'm momentarily missing the feel of his skin underneath mine until his lips are so soft and gentle on it. A kiss that's barely even a brush of warmth, but it still makes me feel warm inside. What he says increases the tiny flame of hope inside me. "Good." I squeeze his hand in mine against his chest, and pull him up so that we're sitting, his legs across my lap, since he must be uncomfortable with both of us trying to squish together along the sofa. "Because you're mine," I tell him, still keeping our hands together and then kissing him again, my fingers sliding along his neck to tangle in his hair.
Blinking when his kisses my thumb, I cannot seem to stop from looking at him in awe. I cannot believe he’s really here with me, on top of me, inside me, around me. Even though inside me is starting to smart a little. Oh yes, sitting will be quite a challenge. I’ll be feeling him for days. A slow smile spreads over my face at that thought. Then he licks my thumb is making me moan and my cock twitch in a futile attempting to get in on the action, hoping it’ll be next. Can’t say I blame it.
I’m still staring at my thumb when his voice in in my ear, making me shiver. His words make me shudder even more. Not to mention turn redder. Damnable trait. I thought I’d gotten rid of that while frolicking around with Lilah. But Fred had managed to get out somewhat. Angel is apparently even worse. My eyes tick toward his and my smile turns shy again when I see the look in his eyes. “Lucky me then,” I say, thanking several deities it didn’t come out as some horrible squeak.
His eyes nearly make me drown and I look confused when the world suddenly tilts and a sharp pain shoots up my arse. I can feel him slip out of me as we move into a sitting position. Letting out a small whimper at the loss, I lean against him and notice I’m still somewhat trying to catch my breath. I also notice we’re both going to have to look up the bathroom. Clean up somewhat, or…shower.
My mouth must be hanging open when he says those words. You’re mine. A small cynical part, which for some reason cannot seem to shut up, wonders how many others he’s told this. Spike? Dru? Darla? Penn? Lindsey. Cordy. No doubt Buffy. Still, my skips yet another beat or two and it would appear I have a formation of butterflies attacking my stomach. Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine again.
Eyes fluttering closed, I groan into his mouth parting my lips to let him in. Our tongues tangle with each other, slinging, rubbing before pushing inside to taste each other again. I can still taste himself in his mouth from where I’ve been previously. Making a small sound in the back of my throat, I slide my hand up his bare back and cup his head. Fingers playing with his hair, echoing my own as we kiss until I need to breath again. Panting I pull back and smile at him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that he’s mine too, but my eyes notice the marks I’ve made on him are already fading. He’ll never be truly mine, this powerful, magnificent, tender, beautiful man…pire.
“Somehow,” I start, clearing my throat and pushing those thoughts away. I’ve know that for a long time, that he’ll never really be mine. But only now does it really become clear. “I doubt that this is what you came into my office for.” I keep my tone light, and I know I must still sound rather sated. I know the look is still on my face. “Unless I’m even more oblivious then they had previously presumed. Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy it.” Hell, I still am.
His mouth slipping against mine still feels so new and delicious; I want to keep kissing him and kissing him. The sounds he makes are too much for my overstimulated body and I have to groan at the reactions that are trying to spark.
Something flutters across his face when we part from the kiss, but it's gone so quickly I can't tell what it was. I don't know why I thought it would be easier to read him after we got... closer but I guess we still have a long way to go before we get back to our old friendship again. There's so many things I don't know about him any more. And even if we were... lovers for another fifty years, I still wouldn't be able to read all those things that flit across his face.
Pretending I wasn't staring at him, I smile when I hear him say he thoroughly enjoyed it. Finally got something right, I guess. "Me too. But you probably guessed that. Glad I did, though. Come to your office that is." This was so unexpected. And Lindsey just before... I feel slightly dirty at the thought. I don't know what I was thinking. Not much, I guess.
"Clothes and shower might be a good plan before we move on to business, although, I can't say I want you covered up any time soon." I run a finger down his chest again. I should offer my shower, but he might not want to be seen leaving my suite freshly showered, but I don't think we have much in the way of options. "I guess we could get dressed and try to make it to my office before the whole building is talking about this." I give a lick to his neck to make sure he knows I'm talking about the scratches, not us. Not sure I"m ready to think there's an us yet. Because there's not, Angel I don't want him to have to explain how he got those marks on his neck, though. And if Hamilton sees them... I'd love to show everyone that he's mine, but I don't want him to become a target because of it.
"But maybe we should shower seperately, or we won't be going back to work today." I nibble his ear lightly as I talk softly next to his ear. "Unless, you've got a shower hiding in your office somewhere." I'm teasing, but I wouldn't put it past Wes to have had one installed. The guy has been living here more than he did when we worked out of the hotel.
My body seems to curve with every move he makes. Whether it’s his mouth, his hands, his teeth, his body, it doesn’t matter. My body blindly seems to follow his no matter where or how he touches it. Shyly, and dammit there’s that blush again, I smile up at him as he said he enjoyed it as well. I’m sure he’s exaggerating, considering his experiences, but it’s very sweet of him to say it anyway.
I do notice he’s avoiding my question though. Unless it is so important he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about it in this…err…position. In which case I have to wonder why he *did* come into my office. A small frown creases my forehead at that, as I try to figure out what he could’ve possibly wanted. “I’m very glad you came too,” I muttered, tilting my head back when his mouth is on my throat. “Errr…” Clearing said throat I give him a sheepish look. “To-to my office. Not-not that I’m not glad you came… I should just shut up now.”
That’s right, Pryce. Just shut up and enjoy this while it lasts. And with the heat your currently radiating - blushing or otherwise - Angel would have his own personal furnace. My hands can’t seem to stop from touching him either as they slide over his perfect, pale skin. Touching, feeling, memorizing. Though they do freeze when he mentioned the whole building not finding out about this.
This? This what? That he…shagged me? He’s ashamed of that? Us? He doesn't want people to know? What? Somewhat confused and hurt, I look at him but then a violent shudder goes through my body when he licks my throat again. Oh god, if he keep this up we’ll never leave the office. Shifting in his lap, I wiggle a bit until I can look at him fully, cupping his face. Slowly I lean in for another one of those soft, gentle and slow kisses. I love those, I can get lost in those. In him, his taste, his lips, his mouth.
Pulling back for air, I give him a sad smile. Rubbing my thumb over his cheekbone, I nod toward a door in the back of my office. “Apparently this job comes with some over time which required my predecessor to have a shower installed. It’s quite a luxurious one as well.”
Not that I use those luxury things a lot. I just shower and get back to work. When *has* been the last time I showered anyway. “You’re welcome to use it,” I say, giving him a lopsided grin. “Though I suppose our changes of going back to work would be reduced if you did.” Not that I mind that. Not at all actually.
The burn is exquisite. It grows as he stretches me further, but he's distracting me from the pain by sucking on my cock. Opening my eyes, I pant through parted lip, groaning loudly when I see his mouth slide down my full length. Breathing is actually rather hard by now and the image of Angel taking me in all the way, doesn't make things better.
His words make me ache with need to come, but his hand is wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. My hand keep roaming over his body, digging my nails the skin of his back when his fingers hit my prostate. "Angel, need you, please," I keep whispering as I move underneath him. It's too much and to little at the same time. His mouth is slowly killing me, but I need him to fill me up. Make me whole.
Then he's moving and I shiver with anticipation as he moves his cock to my entrance. It burns, it hurts as he pushes in. My back bends like a bow as he shoves in deeper, filling me up. And god does it hurt, I had forgotten about that. I have not, however, forgotten how good it will get soon. Wrapping my legs around him again, I slide my hand in the back of his neck and pull him down. At the same time he shoves his cock into me, I pull him closer with my legs. A cry of pain dies as I crush my mouth to his.
But he's filling me now and it feels so good, so perfect, so right. I kiss him feverishly while I rock my hips, spearing myself onto him. It still hurts, but it's Angel and he's going so slow, so gently it nearly makes me cry. Either because he's so careful of because it's not going hard and fast enough I've no idea. Nor do I care right now.
I can feel my already tight balls rising as he pushes in and out of my channel. Everytime he its my prostate I get closer to my orgasm, gasping and groaning his name. My sweat slicked body slides against his as we move in tune faster and faster. Then his hand is around my throbbing shaft and I nearly cry out. Biting down on his shoulder hard, I my arms and legs tighten around him, holding on as though he's an anchor as my climax washes over me.
Balls rising all the way up, come spilling over his hand and my stomach as pull his head up roughly. I can feel a scream trying to erupt from my throat, but I quickly use his mouth again to kiss it away so no one can hear us. Panting for air, I go limp underneath him, my body spend and my brain apparently oozing out of my brain. Automatically, I keep clenching around him, wanting him to come to.
Reaching up with one trembling hand, I cup his face and rub my thumb over his kiss swollen lips. "Come for me, Angel," I manage to breathe out. Just lying there and let him do whatever he wants, needs, is will to take from me. Clamping down on him hard, I pull his head down again and scrape my teeth over his throat before biting hard enough to break skin.
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I hear the whimper of a cry and I move my hand faster, before he bites my shoulder and I feel his whole body tighten below me, gripping me from every side until feel him on every inch of my body. My hand is drenched in his come, but I keep pulling a little, milking every sensation out of him. Shuddering slightly from the bite, I keep pumping inside him, so close now. I absorb the sound from his mouth, my tongue twining with his, tasting the pleasure coarsing through him and still tasting a lingering hint of his blood. His body goes limp below me but his muscles continue to clench around me, driving me to the brink. I suck on his thumb when he brings it up to my mouth and I feel a flutter deep in my gut at the way he's looking at me so sated and gentle, like I just gave him something better than any gift he's ever gotten. But then he's moving in closer, and I think maybe he's going to tease my neck again, but-
Teeth, teeth. All I can feel is teeth. My face hides in Wes's neck at the feel of his teeth digging into me, breaking the skin. The smell of blood, mine and his very faintly, is heady and I feel myself inhaling the scent of his neck, trying to get closer to some blood, any blood. The demon stirs, wanting more and I keep thrusting, so close, so close. My neck is throbbing, my cock is throbbing, I'm out of my mind with want. The spikes of pain at my neck sparkle behind my eyes and I vamp, thrusting harder, harder, harder into Wes. My teeth scrape his neck forcefully, once, twice, so close to just biting him and letting the blood drip into my mouth. There's a tiny voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to stop. No, no, no! And it gets louder as Wes finally releases my shoulder and I come, a howl escaping from deep in my chest and thankfully getting muffled by his scratched neck.
I stop thrusting and just freeze, the waves of pleasure still dancing through me. I want to pull away from him, run away, knowing that I could have done serious damage. He could have had a new scar at his throat. But I don't. I break. I nearly fall on top of him and just lick and kiss his neck as penance for almost doing something I should have known I would be too tempted not to do. "I'm so sorry, Wes, so sorry." I think I whisper "Sorry" a few more times before quieting and attempting to shift my weight somewhat off him.
It takes me a few moments to regain my composure enough to even look at him. I give him a soft kiss before telling him, "No biting next time, okay?" I can't control myself with you. No one so human has made me lose control that badly. I can't imagine what might have happened if I had actually bitten him. He would hate me, though I'm wondering if he does anyway.
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I can feel him loosing a little bit of control as he pounds into me harder. It hurts, but a surge of awe goes through me as I can feel his face against my neck. Willingly, I tilt my head back, putting my hand on his hair to hold him there. My legs tighten around him as I try to keep up with his pace.
The armrest of the sofa is digging into my shoulders hard, as he keeps thrusting into me. I keep clenching around him, reveling in the feeling of him filling me up completely. Then his teeth are on my neck as well and I moan loudly against his cool skin. Then his thrusts become more then a little painful and the teeth shaper. I can hear and feel him vamp out, but I knew before he even moved he would.
Arching up, I let go of his neck and bare mine. A shudder runs through me as I can feel teeth breaking skin. Marking me, nearly claiming me though I'm not such a fool to believe that's actually what he's doing. Then there's a scream and he freezes. My body wraps around his as I keep thrusting against him, milking his orgasm as it crashes over him a second time.
I keep holding him, hands soothing, legs tightening and my mouth murmuring nonsense as he comes down from an apparently great height. I can feel his tongue and lips against the scratches on my neck and wonder if I have anything with a turtleneck to wear. That thought makes me smile before it falters at his words.
"What are you sorry for?" I wonder softly, pulling his head up to search his eyes. "What's wrong Angel?" I look into them confused, but lean into the kiss willingly as he pressed his lips over mine. It's such a soft, sweet kiss it makes me hold him even more tighter as I run my hands through his hair kissing him back slowly, gently. Tongue swiping through his mouth until I need to breath.
Pulling back, I give him a shy smile, which only grows at his next words. My heart skips a beat and I suck in my breath. It wasn't the biting part which made me do what. Next time. My finger reaches out to trace the already healing wounds on his shoulder and neck. I know mine wont heal that fast and I don't care. I also don't think I'll be sitting comfortably for about a day or two, three. But god, it has been worth it.
"Next time?" I ask with a small voice. Dragging my eyes away from the wounds, I look at him with hope and fear in my eyes. Dear god, let there be a next time. I'd do anything for this man...pire. Because you love him. My fingers trace the ridges of his brow and I lean up to kiss his forehead. "You've beautiful."
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When he touches my wounds from his mouth I watch his face with worry, wondering if he's regreting the repercussions of that, but all I see is fascination and...care. I have no idea what he's thinking, but the look on his face puts me at ease somehow. He looks so beautiful, spent and langorous. My eyes wander to the marks on his throat and I have to look away knowing he's probably wondering how long it will take for them to heal, and how he's going to explain them to the others.
And his shy little voice questioning whether there will be next time makes my heart tighten. He was worried. I don't know what's worse, knowing that he was unsure of me wanting a next time, or him not believing that there would be a next time. I hope there will be. I don't know what to think of the hope in his eyes, but I lean down to kiss him again, even more grateful that he hasn't disappeared yet. I don't know why he hasn't, but I don't care.
He tells me I'm beautiful while I'm still vamped out, and I stiffen a little. I quickly change back, and shrug off his hand as delicately as possible. It feels wrong, him touching me when I'm like that. Like I'm tainted and he's going to get some disease. He shouldn't even see me like that when we're like this. I catch his lips again when his face lowers from my forehead, and I kiss him long and slow, wanting him to forget there was ever a demon there almost feeding on his neck. "Just a monster, Wes, you're the one who's beautiful." I whisper to myself, watching those beautiful eyes in awe.
"Yeah. Next time. If you want." I smile a little to hide the little flare of insecurity I feel. "I owe you one, don't I," I tease him lightly, trailing my fingers down his chest. "I-" Love you. "Don't want to lose you again, Wes. You're," all I have left, "too important to me."
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It's another long slow kiss, where we take a few small pauses in between for me to get a lung full of air and go on. It's lovely; it makes me tingle all the way in my toes. I could kiss him for hours on end if not days. My legs slide down his body, but my arms hold on tight. Slide one over his back, down to cup his arse, I move the other up his neck to play with the hair at the nap of it. He whispers some words against my lips, but I can't hear what he says.
When we pull back, I smile at him a little bit taken aback by the look in his eyes. “You are beautiful," I whisper, rubbing my thumb over kiss swollen lips. "Either way." I love who you are Angel, not just a part of you. He shouldn’t have to hide any part of him, no matter how much shame it brings. I've always known what he was, who he was, how can I not know with the way I was raised.
My smile grows again when he tells me there's a next time, if I want. There's something in his slime I cannot place, but his next words confuse me. "You owe me one?" Shaking my head to deny that, opening my mouth to say that he doesn’t owe me anything, I suddenly turn bright red when I realize what he means. "Oh....Right. Yes, well."
Clearing my throat, I grab the finger trailing down my chest and bring it up to my lips. Kissing it lightly, I give him a sad smile, my other hand still cupping his face. "You've not lost me before, Angel," I whisper. It only seemed that way, because you no longer wanted me. "And you wont lose me." I love you too much for that. Always have. Always will.
Lacing our fingers together I put our entwined hands on my chest and shift a little. This sofa is far from comfortable. Next time, I vote for a bed or the floor. Bed, actually. I'd love to have him in my own bed. Or be in his. Wonder if he'd let me in there. Wonder if Spike can smell us or other demons. How strangely wonderly that I cannot seem to care about that one wit.
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I swipe a lick up his thumb and watch with a smile as he blushes. I move in close so I'm whispering against his ear and can feel the heat rise in his cheeks. "Someone who makes me come that hard should get as many times as they want." I give his earlobe a little lick and back away to watch the blush deepen along his throat. It's nice to know there's still some propriety or innocence left in my Wes. Always did love watching him stammer and blush.
He takes my hand away from his chest and I'm momentarily missing the feel of his skin underneath mine until his lips are so soft and gentle on it. A kiss that's barely even a brush of warmth, but it still makes me feel warm inside. What he says increases the tiny flame of hope inside me. "Good." I squeeze his hand in mine against his chest, and pull him up so that we're sitting, his legs across my lap, since he must be uncomfortable with both of us trying to squish together along the sofa. "Because you're mine," I tell him, still keeping our hands together and then kissing him again, my fingers sliding along his neck to tangle in his hair.
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I’m still staring at my thumb when his voice in in my ear, making me shiver. His words make me shudder even more. Not to mention turn redder. Damnable trait. I thought I’d gotten rid of that while frolicking around with Lilah. But Fred had managed to get out somewhat. Angel is apparently even worse. My eyes tick toward his and my smile turns shy again when I see the look in his eyes. “Lucky me then,” I say, thanking several deities it didn’t come out as some horrible squeak.
His eyes nearly make me drown and I look confused when the world suddenly tilts and a sharp pain shoots up my arse. I can feel him slip out of me as we move into a sitting position. Letting out a small whimper at the loss, I lean against him and notice I’m still somewhat trying to catch my breath. I also notice we’re both going to have to look up the bathroom. Clean up somewhat, or…shower.
My mouth must be hanging open when he says those words. You’re mine. A small cynical part, which for some reason cannot seem to shut up, wonders how many others he’s told this. Spike? Dru? Darla? Penn? Lindsey. Cordy. No doubt Buffy. Still, my skips yet another beat or two and it would appear I have a formation of butterflies attacking my stomach. Before I can say anything, his lips are on mine again.
Eyes fluttering closed, I groan into his mouth parting my lips to let him in. Our tongues tangle with each other, slinging, rubbing before pushing inside to taste each other again. I can still taste himself in his mouth from where I’ve been previously. Making a small sound in the back of my throat, I slide my hand up his bare back and cup his head. Fingers playing with his hair, echoing my own as we kiss until I need to breath again. Panting I pull back and smile at him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that he’s mine too, but my eyes notice the marks I’ve made on him are already fading. He’ll never be truly mine, this powerful, magnificent, tender, beautiful man…pire.
“Somehow,” I start, clearing my throat and pushing those thoughts away. I’ve know that for a long time, that he’ll never really be mine. But only now does it really become clear. “I doubt that this is what you came into my office for.” I keep my tone light, and I know I must still sound rather sated. I know the look is still on my face. “Unless I’m even more oblivious then they had previously presumed. Not that I didn't thoroughly enjoy it.” Hell, I still am.
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Something flutters across his face when we part from the kiss, but it's gone so quickly I can't tell what it was. I don't know why I thought it would be easier to read him after we got... closer but I guess we still have a long way to go before we get back to our old friendship again. There's so many things I don't know about him any more. And even if we were... lovers for another fifty years, I still wouldn't be able to read all those things that flit across his face.
Pretending I wasn't staring at him, I smile when I hear him say he thoroughly enjoyed it. Finally got something right, I guess. "Me too. But you probably guessed that. Glad I did, though. Come to your office that is." This was so unexpected. And Lindsey just before... I feel slightly dirty at the thought. I don't know what I was thinking. Not much, I guess.
"Clothes and shower might be a good plan before we move on to business, although, I can't say I want you covered up any time soon." I run a finger down his chest again. I should offer my shower, but he might not want to be seen leaving my suite freshly showered, but I don't think we have much in the way of options. "I guess we could get dressed and try to make it to my office before the whole building is talking about this." I give a lick to his neck to make sure he knows I'm talking about the scratches, not us. Not sure I"m ready to think there's an us yet. Because there's not, Angel I don't want him to have to explain how he got those marks on his neck, though. And if Hamilton sees them... I'd love to show everyone that he's mine, but I don't want him to become a target because of it.
"But maybe we should shower seperately, or we won't be going back to work today." I nibble his ear lightly as I talk softly next to his ear. "Unless, you've got a shower hiding in your office somewhere." I'm teasing, but I wouldn't put it past Wes to have had one installed. The guy has been living here more than he did when we worked out of the hotel.
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I do notice he’s avoiding my question though. Unless it is so important he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about it in this…err…position. In which case I have to wonder why he *did* come into my office. A small frown creases my forehead at that, as I try to figure out what he could’ve possibly wanted. “I’m very glad you came too,” I muttered, tilting my head back when his mouth is on my throat. “Errr…” Clearing said throat I give him a sheepish look. “To-to my office. Not-not that I’m not glad you came… I should just shut up now.”
That’s right, Pryce. Just shut up and enjoy this while it lasts. And with the heat your currently radiating - blushing or otherwise - Angel would have his own personal furnace. My hands can’t seem to stop from touching him either as they slide over his perfect, pale skin. Touching, feeling, memorizing. Though they do freeze when he mentioned the whole building not finding out about this.
This? This what? That he…shagged me? He’s ashamed of that? Us? He doesn't want people to know? What? Somewhat confused and hurt, I look at him but then a violent shudder goes through my body when he licks my throat again. Oh god, if he keep this up we’ll never leave the office. Shifting in his lap, I wiggle a bit until I can look at him fully, cupping his face. Slowly I lean in for another one of those soft, gentle and slow kisses. I love those, I can get lost in those. In him, his taste, his lips, his mouth.
Pulling back for air, I give him a sad smile. Rubbing my thumb over his cheekbone, I nod toward a door in the back of my office. “Apparently this job comes with some over time which required my predecessor to have a shower installed. It’s quite a luxurious one as well.”
Not that I use those luxury things a lot. I just shower and get back to work. When *has* been the last time I showered anyway. “You’re welcome to use it,” I say, giving him a lopsided grin. “Though I suppose our changes of going back to work would be reduced if you did.” Not that I mind that. Not at all actually.
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