My eyebrow rises when it becomes apparent he's lost complete track of the conversation we were having. Well, not completely, we *were* discussing taking a shower. Though, I have the idea he's only heard the fact that I do have a shower next to my office. A luxiourous one at that. "I think it's more then big enough for two," I say quietly, giving him a small smile.
Right, a shower is called for. Steeling myself to get off him and toward the shower, I give him a confused look when he catches my hand and cups my face with his free one. The look on his face it quite serious and I somehow doubt this has anything to do with showers. "Angel? What is it?"
A flutter skips the beat of my heart at his words. He doesn't care who knows. I suppose telling him that there had been guesses even before this, long before this, would be a mood breaker. Though, his serious face, the worry on it, makes mine plummet a bit. I don't like him being worried. He has enough on his mind, even if I don't know what it is he's worried about this time. I search his eyes for any kind of indication as much as he as he seems to be looking at mine.
A soft sigh escapes me, my head tilting backward and barring my neck automatically as he kisses the marks on my throat. A violent shudder never seems to be far away and my body doesn't disappoint me either this time. His name spills from my lips in a silent whisper before his words sink through.
What? Target? Use me to get to him?
My eyes open and I cannot help but give him an amused look. He's quite serious isn't he? Where's a brick when you need one. Of course it's a serious matter, but it has been one for oh...five? Years now. "Angel," I mutter, running my hand through his hair. Heh, messed up Angel hair. He's rather cute that way.
"You didn't put me in any kind of position. I *chose* that myself. In fact I chose it about five years ago when I decided to fight by your side." Just like Cordy, Gunn, Fred, even Doyle. But I don't think mentioning that would do much good. "There may not have been visible..." marks, "...signs then, but they were there. People and demons knew, lov-Angel." Hell, I probably radiated much of the smell myself panting after him the way I did all those years back.
"Not everything is your fault, Angel. I know the word 'no', believe it or not. I could've stopped you, I didn't want you to stop." Bringing up our hands, fingers still laced together, I run them over the marks on my throat, giving him a smile. "I like these. Now, you mentioned a shower?" I don't really want to move, but it's getting a bit chilly for sitting in the office naked.
His response to me kissing his throat is surprising every time. I keep thinking he's going to shudder in revulsion, but every time I get the lightest smell of arousal when he offers his neck and shudders. It's intoxicating...and not helping me stay away from his neck at all.
He's practically smiling after I tell him he's at risk. I don't think he really understands what I'm saying, but then he really doesn't know all that's at stake these days. He doesn't know that any one of the Circle could be trying to find the chink in my armor, and would be more than happy to use him to do it. He ruffles my hair and I lean into it, not wanting to let on to the direction my thoughts have taken. I'm not a part the Circle yet, and they don't trust me any further than Hamilton does. They want to know how much I've really changed, and if they ever snoop too much around Wes, they'll see it's all a bluff. But I don't really want him to understand all that yet. I like seeing him smiling again too much to tell him he's wrong.
I smile when he says he chose this. He may have chosen the fight, but he sure as hell didn't know he'd be chosing to work at an evil law firm. He doesn't know the half of what could really happen. "You're right, Wes. Guess I was just feeling protective." I give him a small smile again and rub my thumb a little slower along his neck and shoulder as it slips down from his face. I try to push the rest of my thoughts away and just enjoy being with him for as long as I can without all of that crashing down on us.
I think I hear him slip and almost call me "Love." I don't think my smile could be any wider, but I try to hide it when I think I see a hint of a blush at his misstep. No sense in discouraging this new development.
The desire to throw him on the floor right there and skip the shower is a powerful thing when I hear him say he didn't want me to stop and that he even likes the marks. God, how could I have let this man slip through my fingers for so long? I don't want to know why he likes it, or why he wanted me to bite him, but it's enough to know that he wanted it.
"Mm. Shower. Yeah. Lead the way." I say, the hunger probably clear on my face. I manage to restrain myself enough to gently help him peel himself off my lap. Once we're both upright and almost to the bathroom, I pull him to me and give him a hungry kiss, my hands sliding down to cup his ass. I pull away to the sound of his heart thumping, and whisper teasingly, "So, Loveangel, huh? Is that my new nickname?"
Oh. There goes my heart again, doing that little flutter thing. If he keeps this up I’m really going to have an attack with the way it’s been beating irregular and skipping beats the last…hour or so. But the moment he said the word ‘protective’, I just couldn’t help myself. It’s still there, that feeling I thought would be long gone. That feeling of wanting to be protected by him, of wanting to feel safe with him, because of him. The feeling of being possessed by him.
It’s not as strong as I used to and it’s taking on a whole different meaning, especially that last one. But its still there. Like a silent prayer underneath my skin, waking up and worshipping at the first praise. “I don’t mind you being protective,” I mumble, quickly ducking my head to he’d not see that damn blush again. I swear, I thought I had it under control for quite some time now. Damn him when it comes to that.
I’m also trying to hide the fact that he can probably read in my eyes, my expression, that protection goes both ways. We may have a different approach, but still, I’d protect him any way I can. By taking Connor to save him so much pain. I don’t think there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do for him, even if it would kill me.
And then I have to go and nearly give myself away too. Cursing myself, mostly because that blush seems to only get worse, I look up at him carefully. He’s smiling. Angel is still actually smiling. The smile is so big, I’m surprised his face hasn’t folded into its own yet.
“Yes, shower,” I echo, momentarily lost as the look on his face turns a tad predatory. Another shiver runs through me as I force myself to disentangle from his lap. It strikes me for the first time that I’m naked, in my office, and I’ve no idea if the door is locked. Funny how I don’t care, I’m far to busy drinking in the sight of Angel standing there in his full glory. “Beautiful,” I murmur, taking his hand an leading him toward the bathroom.
Just when I open the door, he calls me on my little almost slip and I stumble. Holding out my free hand I prevent myself from falling face first against the door as I stare at him.
“N-no, I mean y-yes. I mean….uh…that is to say….errr…” Frowning, I swallow hard just to keep myself from saying anything *more* stupid. It would appear I’m only capable of bumbling when he’s like that. Or just pretty much around. God.
“Uh…Uh…s-shower?” Giving him a shy smile, I open the door, after fumbling like an idiot with the doorknob I’ve used a thousand times before.
It's adorable the way he stutters and flails once I've called him on his little misnomer. Feels just like four years ago when we first met. Couldn't fight my tiny grin then, can't fight it now. I put my free hand on his waist to keep him steady while he blushes his way through trying to cover it up. He can't mean it, but it's nice to hear him relax and be comfortable enough to let little endearments slip out.
"I don't mind, Wes. Maybe not in the middle of a meeting, but..." I tease as I give him a little smile to get rid of that anxious look on his face. "I kind of like it even." A lot, if I let myself admit it. Makes me feel like this really happened. When he smiles shyly, I can't help smiling back. I let my hands smooth over his body before he turns back to open the door.
I follow closely behind him as he opens the door into the shower and let my hand stay gently on his waist. It's going to be hard not to touch him all the time during the work day after this.
The tile is cold under my feet once we're inside, and he wasn't kidding about the luxurious part. The last guy couldn't have spent much time at work, with a shower like this. Can't say I care about much of it though, I've got Wes naked in front of me and I can't stop thinking about the way he keeps shivering when I touch his neck.
I've never bitten anyone I was close to except for Buffy, not since the soul anyway, and even then, the idea of it felt wrong. It may have been necessary, but she had so much of Angelus that it never felt right letting her see my demon again. And now... I don't want Wes to see it either. He's been hurt by Angelus just as much, but... I want to bite him. Maybe not now, but I can still remember the taste of his blood, and just the smell of it throbbing so close beneath his skin is testing my limits. My hand reaches up involunatarily to the curve of his neck while he opens the shower, and the scratches barely knitting there remind me that I can't bite him. It will only make worse things happen. Shoving off those swarming thoughts in, I let my eyes glide over Wes while he gets the shower going.
"I guess, you'd better set the temperature, otherwise I'm likely to burn all this tempting skin without realizing it." I say as my hands wander where my eyes have been.
Damn. There is that look again. I've seen that look before. On his face and others. Though, I have to admit it's been years since I've seen it. The one which just screams that someone thinks I'm...god...adorable. Christ, I've worked so hard to get rid of that image. And what does he do? Shatter it with a few well placed touches and words. I should really dislike him for that, but for some reason I can't.
Mumbling under my breath that I'm not adorable no matter what he thinks or what kind of face he makes, I open the door to the shower. It's quite the luxury. I remember when I found the place and stood there in awe for at least ten minutes. Of course the reason I'm not moving much today is because I don't want to dislodge his hands on my body. I don't want him to wake up and suddenly realize that I'm so very much not what he wants. Needs.
"I suppose we'd better hop in then," I murmured, not actually wanting to move away from him. From his touch, his words, as they wash over me like a gentle wave. But with as much force to take me down like a tilde wave.
As I move toward the shower to get the thing going, I can feel his eyes on me. Suddenly self-conscious, I try not to notice the trembling hand as it fiddles with the many buttons. When a blast of cold water hits me unsuspected, I gasp and take a step back. Right into his arms of course.
Tempting skin. How about his tempting skin, or his touches, or just his voice. If he keeps talking like this I might come again. Either that or burst into tears, yelling at him that I'm not what he thinks I am. That I don't deserve his kindness, his forgiveness. His love. Even though I craved it with all my being.
"Sorry about that," I whispered, gesturing at the now warming water. "I still haven't figured out how all those buttons work." Tilting my head, I looked at him and my eyes darted to his throat. The mark I had placed there had completely vanished. He'd never really be mine, no matter what I'd try. That thought made me feel more then a little miserable.
Instinctively, I hold him closer when he jumps backwards from the chill of the spray. His skin suddenly against mine gives me a jolt and I want him even more than I did before. It's an ache, long and hard going through me, to feel this much. It's difficult to take the fact that it's okay to want Wes. I've denied it for so long and now he's here in my arms. In my arms.
We stay still for a few moments, waiting for the water, and I leave a few kisses on the nape of his neck, steering clear of the softness that's still so tempting. I nuzzle into his neck, my nose in his hair, and both hands stuck to his waist. He still smells musky and sweet from before so I take a heady sniff to keep the memory of it tucked away for another day when I can't have Wes anymore.
He looks back to apologize and the sadness on his face when he looks in my eyes worries me, and I wonder if I've managed to do something wrong without knowing it. When his gaze flickers to my throat I wonder if he's regretting this already. But he looks so sad. Not regretful, just sad. I'm not sure what to say, and if I say anything it will probably only make it worse, so I fall back on what I know, and I know he liked what we just did.
His head is still tilted back so I snag a kiss, teeth catching his lip, my mouth pressing firmly to his. I rub against him, my front to his back, and snake my arms around his waist to hug him to me. It's just light brushes of skin that builds the friction between us, but my arms keep us from flying apart. My voice is low and soft when I finally respond. "No problem, Wes. Like having you close. But this water had better warm up fast or one of us is going to end up with his back on a cold floor."
My eyes close when his arms come around me immediately. The fact that there is no hesitation what so ever on his part both frightens and warms me. It’s almost as though the cold blast from the shower was a wake up call. Wake up, Pryce. Wake up and face reality. Fred’s dead, Cordelia is dead, Lilah is dead and you’ll never really have Angel. You’re both lonely, He’s lonely and you’re the only one around who’s close to him. Damn those little voices in my head, they can never seem to leave me alone.
That still doesn’t stop me from pushing myself back against him. My hands slide over his and I wan to turn in his arms, feel them even tighter around them. But I’m afraid it’ll ruin the moment so I stand very still, letting him do whatever he wants. A small sigh escapes my lips as I can feel him kiss and nuzzle my neck. The urge to just bare my throat to him is still there. I want to give my all to him, let him have whatever his wants. My body, my love, my blood. I know he’s only going to take one of those though, and for now that’s alright. I can give him at least that much. I owe him so much more. I love him so much more.
When I look back at him and stare at the fading mark on his throat, his lips are suddenly on mine. I gasp in surprise, but soon kiss him back. My eyes once again close on their own accords as I groan into his mouth. I can feel his cock hardening again, rubbing against me as I reach up to tangle one hand in his hair. I feel a though I’m floating and the only thing which is keeping me grounded are his arms.
Finally in need of air, I pull back and look at him with large eyes. I slowly lick my lips, taking in any lingering taste he may have left behind. A small shiver goes through me at his words. And even though my shaft is making an honest attempt to get in on the actions once more, it’s not really up to that. Quite literally. I am only human after all. Sadly. I wish I as more, if only to please him. Which isn’t to say that I can’t.
“Really,” I say dryly, my hand reaching back and curling around his growing erection. “Have you no control?” Smirking, I stroke his cool flesh once, the steam of the shower starting to swirl around us. “One of us could end up on his knees on the cold floor though,” I whisper in a low voice. Leaning in to nip at his throat, I try to get another mark raised. They’ll fade again soon enough, but I want to see one. Just for now.
“We’re supposed to be getting cleaned up,” I murmur against the soft skin.
When his tongue disappears back into his mouth, it's so tempting to follow it and taste him some more. But his lips entrance me with the faint sheen that makes them look so wet. A lick of the lips and a blush. Not exactly hard to get, Angel.
Hard being the operative word when his warm hand circles my cock, which was a lot more impatient than I remember it being a few moments ago. God, the things this man does to me with a little touch.
His comment about my control irks me for a moment because it's too true, but he doesn't know the implications, so I let it slide. My body shudders when he nips my throat and it's foolish to think I'll be able to restrain myself any better than last time. "Apparently, not when it comes to you," I breathe through a moan. I've been controling myself for so many years, it doesn't surprise me that it's so easy to lose it with him in my arms.
I lean in against him again, loving the feel of him nestled against my neck, the warmth of the shower swirling around us. He's right, we did come in here for a purpose, a good one too. "Well, then we better get you cleaned up, before I get you all dirty again," I whisper along his ear and nudge him towards the shower and its spray. I keep a hold of his hand and enjoy the simple connection as I follow behind him for the few steps it takes to immerse ourselves beneath the water.
Once he's under the water, streams of it flooding over his skin, I get him to turn around so I can take his face in my hands for a powerful kiss. I just drink from him, not his blood, not the water, just Wes. His essence. All the stuff that's mine. Mine, I think, and the kiss turns hungrier and more insistent. My own intensity is a little frightening. I don't know where it's coming from but it's hard to tear my mouth away to let him breath.
"As much as I like the thought of you on your knees, Wes, I like this one better." I say as I start to kneel down, my lips following his collarbone and down his chest.
When he starts to nudge me toward the shower, I almost regret my words. But then I pull back at his and look at him amused as I let him push me under the spray. "You're planning on getting me dirty again?" As much as I'd enjoy that, I really am only human. A chuckle escapes me at that, just as it hasn't escaped my notice that he's not let go of my hand during all this time. It warms me even more then the shower will ever do.
Just as I'm about to reach for the sponge to wash him, he turns me around and puts his hands on my face. "Angel...what?" Which is about as far as I get before his lips are on mine again. This one is even better then all the other ones before. They seem to get better each time our lips touch.
My arms circle him as I cling onto him. The kiss is fierce, powerful and it's as though he's trying to crawl into me via my mouth. Moaning into the kiss, I try to kiss him back as best as I can. I know it'll never be good enough, but I'm trying here. Meeting his tongue as it pushes past mine, letting him do whatever he wants while I cling onto his shoulder with one hand. The other one slides down his back to cup his arse.
My cock seems to be making a valiant move again, though it's futile of course. Still, it's a very nice feeling. Oxygen, oxygen would be a very nice feeling too at the moment. I make a sound of desperation into the kiss, feeling my knees go weak and wobbly. Though, that's due to the kiss, not the lack of air. When he finally pulls his mouth away, I suck in a few lungs of air while I look at him in awe.
"Good lord," I rasp, reaching out with a trembling hand to lean against the wall. His next action however, takes what little breath I had managed to suck in completely away. "Angel...I-I'm sorry but...I-I don't think...oh god." He can't be serious. There is something so incredibly erotic about Angel on his knees in front of me, that I can feel my body reacting to it. Stunned
I blink and look at Angel and then down my body. His mouth leaves a trail of burning need wherever it goes. And the idea that he maybe, maybe do down far enough to touch my swelling erection makes me tremble. I had fantasized about me doing it, and the reality turned out even better. But never in my wildest dreams had this scenario come by.
"Lov-- Angel, I-I. Oh!." Swallowing hard, I lean back against the cool tiles while the hot water sluices over us both. I can't seem to tear my eyes away as he makes his way down my body. "You, you don't have to if-if you don't w-want to."
I can feel his tongue circling my nipples making me throw my head back. I hear the thud of it landing hard against the wall, but at the moment I'm to busy to feel anything more then Angel's hands, his tongue, his mouth, his....everything. One hand carefully leaves the wall to thread through his wet hair as I pull him closer to me.
"Hmm? You don't think I can get you hard again?" My tongue runs over his chest, and down his stomach, dipping teasingly into his navel. "Because I definitely think I can." I ghost my hand next to his cock, just feeling the heat radiating from him, not actually touching him. His mouth is open and and gasping, his chest already starting to heave from a lack of breath. Makes me hot even without the water.
His words make me smile and my heart break. All I want now is to lavish him with pleasure. He deserves that much from me at least. I look up from my ministrations to look him in the eye. "No question. I want to. Want you. How can he not know how much I want him? How much I care? Continuing to caress his chest, avoiding his nipples, I work my way down, following his little trail of hair down until I have to put out my hands to shift my weight.
"Mmm. I think I like making you breathless, but hearing you...talk isn't bad either. Like hearing your voice," I say as I finally reach my knees. I want him to stop cutting himself off. That little tease that he might call me love makes me want to get him to lose it, so he won't be able to think about holding it back. Something inside me doesn't want to hear it, but a bigger part is desperate to hear it over and over again.
He makes quite the picture, eyes wide and so very turned on. "Pretty, Wes," slips out as I rub my cheek along his cock, and nuzzle into his hip bone. The skin's so smooth and bare there, I have to taste it, one more bit of skin to cross off the list of parts of Wes that I've memorized with my mouth. "Taste so good, Wes." I take a deep breath to take in yet another scent of him. That scent that screams sex. I brace my hands on his thighs, so muscled and lean. And then I start lapping at the streams of water sliding over his hips, and his hardening cock. "Feel so good." So damned good. This is too good. I want to worship every inch of him for letting me do this.
His hand in my hair raises a primal growl in the back of my throat. "Wes," comes out as a hiss. Being on my knees, pleasuring him, being a slave to his desire, gets me hard and I want to devour him. My hands tighten a little on his thighs so that they don't fly to my cock and start jerking me off. It gets easier to ignore my needs once I start licking along his cock and the noises he makes drown out even the sound of the water. This is about him, but my own urges override that thought and I can't keep from slipping him into my mouth before I can tease him into oblivion.
A gasp escapes me at his words. “I---I think in anyone can it w-would be you. But I’m o-only human, Angel,” I stammer, with some regret. But my cock seems to be twitching again, much to my surprise. Good god, I feel as though I’m some horny teenager. Then again, maybe Angel had this kind of influence over me, that would not at all be out of the realm of possibility. I suppose it’s rather unhealthy to think that I like the fact that he has this kind of power over me.
He’s sliding down further until he’s actually on his knees. The sight nearly undoes me and I can’t seem to look away. This strong man, this powerful creature in front of me on his knees. Tongue darting out to lap at my skin, my cock as hot water beats down our bodies and steam fills the cabin. It takes my breath away and I have to force myself to actually remember to breath.
“Oh god.” Groaning as his cheek rubs against my swelling erection, my other hand shoots out to slam against the cool tiles to keep me from toppling over. My knees are already going weak, as my body starts to tremble. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, which turned as dry as my throat despite the shower. As much as he liked to hear me talk, what he’s doing to me steals not only my breath away but also any coherent thought.
I can’t seem to stop my hips from thrusting forward slightly, wanting to move my shaft into the direction of that cool mouth. Wanting him to touch me there, with his mouth, his hand, I don’t care at this point. It seems impossible, but I’m growing harder with each touch, with each word spilling from his lips. Moaning, I let my head fall to my chest as I look at him. Unable to look away, even if I wanted to.
“Beautiful,” I echo, lips parted as I pant for air. A chocked sound suddenly escapes and my eyes go wide as I watch my cock disappear into his mouth. Struggling for air, my grip tightens on his hair as I comb my fingers through it. I freeze, wanting this moment to last forever. A long groan escapes my throat, bouncing of the walls as he works my cock teasingly, getting harder and harder.
“Angel,” I whisper, finally closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. "Oh god, love. Please, more. Please.” I need you, I want you, I love you.
I can feel his eyes on me, watching me pleasure him. It draws another shudder from me, knowing that I can keep his attention like this. I know I'm on his mind, but sometimes I think that he'd rather I wasn't. I'm not as smart as Fred, and I'm impulsive, not calculating, and not really even a nice guy, so it makes sense that I wouldn't be his first choice, but the fact that he's not closing his eyes makes me think that I might stand a chance, eventually. Beautiful or not.
The feel of him in my mouth is incredible. Heavy, but just the right weight, not overwhelming. Just like Wes. He's there when you need him, steady, strong, but he's not going to force himself on you if you don't make him feel needed, and oh is he needed right now. I shift a little so my erection brushes his leg. Maybe he doesn't know how hard he gets me, but that has to be a pretty good hint.
I lick along his shaft, following the water droplets, sucking kisses against his cock, and cupping his balls. I can feel the groan that vibrates through him and I'd smile, but I've got him in my mouth again. He tastes so good, I start sucking him long and slow, letting him slide in and out of my mouth while the water soaks us.
My chest feels like it's going to explode. Love. It feels right. It rings in my ears and I moan in pleasure around his cock. All teasing over, I suck harder, earnestly, as desperate as he sounds. My tongue swirls around the head and teases his slit, and then I take him in again fully, only stopping when I can't take any more of him in. My hands fall away from his thighs and move to his ass, nudging him forward into my mouth, urging him to take as much as I can give. Want him to fuck my mouth. I want him hitting the back of my throat so days later I can still feel him when I swallow.
It seems impossible, but I feel as though he's all around me. I can still feel him throbbing inside me. That burning ache as he stretched me wide open, that fine line between pain and pleasure. His voice surrounds me as his moans bounce of the wall along with my own. His hands leaving fingerprints on my skin. I want them to hold on tighter, leave bruises I can feel for weeks. But I know he's being careful, he knows what he is. I just wish he could believe that I love *all* that he is.
My breathing is speeding up, the steam making if rather difficult to drag oxygen in my lungs. But I don't care, because his mouth is around my throbbing cock. His cool tongue licking at heated skin. I can feel his own skin growing warm from the shower. His own erection slide along my leg and I have to forcefully stop myself from dropping to my knees and taking it in my hand. From begging him to shag me again. Stop myself from simply touching it.
A small cry escapes me and all thoughts leave again when he starts to suck. Tongue swirling around the head of my shaft, tracking a vein as he moved all the way down. He's teasing and I don't know how long I can last. Threading my fingers though his hair, I can't seem to stop babbling. I've no idea what I'm saying though his name seems to be on my lips a lot. Along with words like 'more', 'need you' and 'love'. Though, I have to catch myself several times not to add the 'you' to that last word. Even though it's true. I doubt he'd appreciate such a dramatic gesture.
Legs are starting to feel as though they'll give out any second now. "Christ, Angel. So close, please love. More." I'm begging and I know it. But how can I not when he's doing such wonderful things. His hands slide to my arse and he's pushing. Encouraging me. Which is the only signal I need. Thrusting my hips forward, perhaps a little harder then I wanted to, I push myself into his mouth. I can feel the tip of my cock bumping the back of his throat. And then he swallows. Sucking in my breath, my body starts to tremble with anticipation.
Every fiber in my body is still oversensitive from my last orgasm. I know I won't last long and can't help but feel disappointed by that. Know that I'll never be enough for Angel, who'll need more, who'll need things I can never give me. But there's no room for those thoughts now as I push myself roughly into his mouth. Throwing my head back, I lock my knees and snap my hips as I pant for air. Fingers scrabbling the cold tiles to find something to hold onto. So close, and yet so far away.
"Angel," I whisper, feeling my steady pace stutter and a climax building in my toes. Then the world goes white and I can see those lovely stars again. A scream tears out of my throat and I hope to god I didn't shout out what I was thinking, I love you, as I'm drowning in my climax, surrounded by all of Angel.
His hips snap and I'm swallowing more and more of him. His cock bumps the back of my throat, again, again, and I just want more. Can't get enough. Can't feel enough of him. The power in that first thrust feels so good; he's losing it if he's moving that hard. I suck tighter when he pushes in. The next time his hips move, I swallow around him, giving him that extra little squeeze. I can feel the tension vibrate through him and I relax my throat a little to let his orgasm flood into me when it happens.
When he bucks the last time, it feels so violent, and I groan around him, my fingers curling against the smoothness of the shower wall to keep from coming too. I keep my mouth on him, sucking the orgasm from his dick, and when he does come, I keep sucking, licking every last drop from him.
My hands fly to his hips to keep him from falling and then I just take my time, licking, and mouthing his skin as he comes back from wherever his scream took him. His cock is still twitching and I let it be for a few moments knowing it must be sensitive and tonguing the skin on his hip and thighs instead. I find myself silently mouthing the words "love you" against his skin. I doubt he can tell from the movements of my mouth, so I keep doing it, soothing myself as much as his skin.
When he seems steadied, I pull him down to me, kissing him as soon as he's close, but not too hard. Just light bits of pressure. Breath seems like a good thing right now. I run my hand over his cheekbone and curl around his jaw. Even though he just came in my mouth I still feel the need to make sure he's actually here. With me.
I run my fingers through his wet hair and the strands give way easily with the water slucing through them. I stretch up for the soap, and kiss him again, my other hand on his neck and my thumb stroking along his throat. "Better get you clean before the water gets cold," I say, the words coming out a little more ragged than I expected, emotions crawling up my throat.
Right, a shower is called for. Steeling myself to get off him and toward the shower, I give him a confused look when he catches my hand and cups my face with his free one. The look on his face it quite serious and I somehow doubt this has anything to do with showers. "Angel? What is it?"
A flutter skips the beat of my heart at his words. He doesn't care who knows. I suppose telling him that there had been guesses even before this, long before this, would be a mood breaker. Though, his serious face, the worry on it, makes mine plummet a bit. I don't like him being worried. He has enough on his mind, even if I don't know what it is he's worried about this time. I search his eyes for any kind of indication as much as he as he seems to be looking at mine.
A soft sigh escapes me, my head tilting backward and barring my neck automatically as he kisses the marks on my throat. A violent shudder never seems to be far away and my body doesn't disappoint me either this time. His name spills from my lips in a silent whisper before his words sink through.
What? Target? Use me to get to him?
My eyes open and I cannot help but give him an amused look. He's quite serious isn't he? Where's a brick when you need one. Of course it's a serious matter, but it has been one for oh...five? Years now. "Angel," I mutter, running my hand through his hair. Heh, messed up Angel hair. He's rather cute that way.
"You didn't put me in any kind of position. I *chose* that myself. In fact I chose it about five years ago when I decided to fight by your side." Just like Cordy, Gunn, Fred, even Doyle. But I don't think mentioning that would do much good. "There may not have been visible..." marks, "...signs then, but they were there. People and demons knew, lov-Angel." Hell, I probably radiated much of the smell myself panting after him the way I did all those years back.
"Not everything is your fault, Angel. I know the word 'no', believe it or not. I could've stopped you, I didn't want you to stop." Bringing up our hands, fingers still laced together, I run them over the marks on my throat, giving him a smile. "I like these. Now, you mentioned a shower?" I don't really want to move, but it's getting a bit chilly for sitting in the office naked.
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He's practically smiling after I tell him he's at risk. I don't think he really understands what I'm saying, but then he really doesn't know all that's at stake these days. He doesn't know that any one of the Circle could be trying to find the chink in my armor, and would be more than happy to use him to do it. He ruffles my hair and I lean into it, not wanting to let on to the direction my thoughts have taken. I'm not a part the Circle yet, and they don't trust me any further than Hamilton does. They want to know how much I've really changed, and if they ever snoop too much around Wes, they'll see it's all a bluff. But I don't really want him to understand all that yet. I like seeing him smiling again too much to tell him he's wrong.
I smile when he says he chose this. He may have chosen the fight, but he sure as hell didn't know he'd be chosing to work at an evil law firm. He doesn't know the half of what could really happen. "You're right, Wes. Guess I was just feeling protective." I give him a small smile again and rub my thumb a little slower along his neck and shoulder as it slips down from his face. I try to push the rest of my thoughts away and just enjoy being with him for as long as I can without all of that crashing down on us.
I think I hear him slip and almost call me "Love." I don't think my smile could be any wider, but I try to hide it when I think I see a hint of a blush at his misstep. No sense in discouraging this new development.
The desire to throw him on the floor right there and skip the shower is a powerful thing when I hear him say he didn't want me to stop and that he even likes the marks. God, how could I have let this man slip through my fingers for so long? I don't want to know why he likes it, or why he wanted me to bite him, but it's enough to know that he wanted it.
"Mm. Shower. Yeah. Lead the way." I say, the hunger probably clear on my face. I manage to restrain myself enough to gently help him peel himself off my lap. Once we're both upright and almost to the bathroom, I pull him to me and give him a hungry kiss, my hands sliding down to cup his ass. I pull away to the sound of his heart thumping, and whisper teasingly, "So, Loveangel, huh? Is that my new nickname?"
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It’s not as strong as I used to and it’s taking on a whole different meaning, especially that last one. But its still there. Like a silent prayer underneath my skin, waking up and worshipping at the first praise. “I don’t mind you being protective,” I mumble, quickly ducking my head to he’d not see that damn blush again. I swear, I thought I had it under control for quite some time now. Damn him when it comes to that.
I’m also trying to hide the fact that he can probably read in my eyes, my expression, that protection goes both ways. We may have a different approach, but still, I’d protect him any way I can. By taking Connor to save him so much pain. I don’t think there’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do for him, even if it would kill me.
And then I have to go and nearly give myself away too. Cursing myself, mostly because that blush seems to only get worse, I look up at him carefully. He’s smiling. Angel is still actually smiling. The smile is so big, I’m surprised his face hasn’t folded into its own yet.
“Yes, shower,” I echo, momentarily lost as the look on his face turns a tad predatory. Another shiver runs through me as I force myself to disentangle from his lap. It strikes me for the first time that I’m naked, in my office, and I’ve no idea if the door is locked. Funny how I don’t care, I’m far to busy drinking in the sight of Angel standing there in his full glory. “Beautiful,” I murmur, taking his hand an leading him toward the bathroom.
Just when I open the door, he calls me on my little almost slip and I stumble. Holding out my free hand I prevent myself from falling face first against the door as I stare at him.
“N-no, I mean y-yes. I mean….uh…that is to say….errr…” Frowning, I swallow hard just to keep myself from saying anything *more* stupid. It would appear I’m only capable of bumbling when he’s like that. Or just pretty much around. God.
“Uh…Uh…s-shower?” Giving him a shy smile, I open the door, after fumbling like an idiot with the doorknob I’ve used a thousand times before.
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"I don't mind, Wes. Maybe not in the middle of a meeting, but..." I tease as I give him a little smile to get rid of that anxious look on his face. "I kind of like it even." A lot, if I let myself admit it. Makes me feel like this really happened. When he smiles shyly, I can't help smiling back. I let my hands smooth over his body before he turns back to open the door.
I follow closely behind him as he opens the door into the shower and let my hand stay gently on his waist. It's going to be hard not to touch him all the time during the work day after this.
The tile is cold under my feet once we're inside, and he wasn't kidding about the luxurious part. The last guy couldn't have spent much time at work, with a shower like this. Can't say I care about much of it though, I've got Wes naked in front of me and I can't stop thinking about the way he keeps shivering when I touch his neck.
I've never bitten anyone I was close to except for Buffy, not since the soul anyway, and even then, the idea of it felt wrong. It may have been necessary, but she had so much of Angelus that it never felt right letting her see my demon again. And now... I don't want Wes to see it either. He's been hurt by Angelus just as much, but... I want to bite him. Maybe not now, but I can still remember the taste of his blood, and just the smell of it throbbing so close beneath his skin is testing my limits. My hand reaches up involunatarily to the curve of his neck while he opens the shower, and the scratches barely knitting there remind me that I can't bite him. It will only make worse things happen. Shoving off those swarming thoughts in, I let my eyes glide over Wes while he gets the shower going.
"I guess, you'd better set the temperature, otherwise I'm likely to burn all this tempting skin without realizing it." I say as my hands wander where my eyes have been.
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Mumbling under my breath that I'm not adorable no matter what he thinks or what kind of face he makes, I open the door to the shower. It's quite the luxury. I remember when I found the place and stood there in awe for at least ten minutes. Of course the reason I'm not moving much today is because I don't want to dislodge his hands on my body. I don't want him to wake up and suddenly realize that I'm so very much not what he wants. Needs.
"I suppose we'd better hop in then," I murmured, not actually wanting to move away from him. From his touch, his words, as they wash over me like a gentle wave. But with as much force to take me down like a tilde wave.
As I move toward the shower to get the thing going, I can feel his eyes on me. Suddenly self-conscious, I try not to notice the trembling hand as it fiddles with the many buttons. When a blast of cold water hits me unsuspected, I gasp and take a step back. Right into his arms of course.
Tempting skin. How about his tempting skin, or his touches, or just his voice. If he keeps talking like this I might come again. Either that or burst into tears, yelling at him that I'm not what he thinks I am. That I don't deserve his kindness, his forgiveness. His love. Even though I craved it with all my being.
"Sorry about that," I whispered, gesturing at the now warming water. "I still haven't figured out how all those buttons work." Tilting my head, I looked at him and my eyes darted to his throat. The mark I had placed there had completely vanished. He'd never really be mine, no matter what I'd try. That thought made me feel more then a little miserable.
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We stay still for a few moments, waiting for the water, and I leave a few kisses on the nape of his neck, steering clear of the softness that's still so tempting. I nuzzle into his neck, my nose in his hair, and both hands stuck to his waist. He still smells musky and sweet from before so I take a heady sniff to keep the memory of it tucked away for another day when I can't have Wes anymore.
He looks back to apologize and the sadness on his face when he looks in my eyes worries me, and I wonder if I've managed to do something wrong without knowing it. When his gaze flickers to my throat I wonder if he's regretting this already. But he looks so sad. Not regretful, just sad. I'm not sure what to say, and if I say anything it will probably only make it worse, so I fall back on what I know, and I know he liked what we just did.
His head is still tilted back so I snag a kiss, teeth catching his lip, my mouth pressing firmly to his. I rub against him, my front to his back, and snake my arms around his waist to hug him to me. It's just light brushes of skin that builds the friction between us, but my arms keep us from flying apart. My voice is low and soft when I finally respond. "No problem, Wes. Like having you close. But this water had better warm up fast or one of us is going to end up with his back on a cold floor."
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That still doesn’t stop me from pushing myself back against him. My hands slide over his and I wan to turn in his arms, feel them even tighter around them. But I’m afraid it’ll ruin the moment so I stand very still, letting him do whatever he wants. A small sigh escapes my lips as I can feel him kiss and nuzzle my neck. The urge to just bare my throat to him is still there. I want to give my all to him, let him have whatever his wants. My body, my love, my blood. I know he’s only going to take one of those though, and for now that’s alright. I can give him at least that much. I owe him so much more. I love him so much more.
When I look back at him and stare at the fading mark on his throat, his lips are suddenly on mine. I gasp in surprise, but soon kiss him back. My eyes once again close on their own accords as I groan into his mouth. I can feel his cock hardening again, rubbing against me as I reach up to tangle one hand in his hair. I feel a though I’m floating and the only thing which is keeping me grounded are his arms.
Finally in need of air, I pull back and look at him with large eyes. I slowly lick my lips, taking in any lingering taste he may have left behind. A small shiver goes through me at his words. And even though my shaft is making an honest attempt to get in on the actions once more, it’s not really up to that. Quite literally. I am only human after all. Sadly. I wish I as more, if only to please him. Which isn’t to say that I can’t.
“Really,” I say dryly, my hand reaching back and curling around his growing erection. “Have you no control?” Smirking, I stroke his cool flesh once, the steam of the shower starting to swirl around us. “One of us could end up on his knees on the cold floor though,” I whisper in a low voice. Leaning in to nip at his throat, I try to get another mark raised. They’ll fade again soon enough, but I want to see one. Just for now.
“We’re supposed to be getting cleaned up,” I murmur against the soft skin.
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Hard being the operative word when his warm hand circles my cock, which was a lot more impatient than I remember it being a few moments ago. God, the things this man does to me with a little touch.
His comment about my control irks me for a moment because it's too true, but he doesn't know the implications, so I let it slide. My body shudders when he nips my throat and it's foolish to think I'll be able to restrain myself any better than last time. "Apparently, not when it comes to you," I breathe through a moan. I've been controling myself for so many years, it doesn't surprise me that it's so easy to lose it with him in my arms.
I lean in against him again, loving the feel of him nestled against my neck, the warmth of the shower swirling around us. He's right, we did come in here for a purpose, a good one too. "Well, then we better get you cleaned up, before I get you all dirty again," I whisper along his ear and nudge him towards the shower and its spray. I keep a hold of his hand and enjoy the simple connection as I follow behind him for the few steps it takes to immerse ourselves beneath the water.
Once he's under the water, streams of it flooding over his skin, I get him to turn around so I can take his face in my hands for a powerful kiss. I just drink from him, not his blood, not the water, just Wes. His essence. All the stuff that's mine. Mine, I think, and the kiss turns hungrier and more insistent. My own intensity is a little frightening. I don't know where it's coming from but it's hard to tear my mouth away to let him breath.
"As much as I like the thought of you on your knees, Wes, I like this one better." I say as I start to kneel down, my lips following his collarbone and down his chest.
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Just as I'm about to reach for the sponge to wash him, he turns me around and puts his hands on my face. "Angel...what?" Which is about as far as I get before his lips are on mine again. This one is even better then all the other ones before. They seem to get better each time our lips touch.
My arms circle him as I cling onto him. The kiss is fierce, powerful and it's as though he's trying to crawl into me via my mouth. Moaning into the kiss, I try to kiss him back as best as I can. I know it'll never be good enough, but I'm trying here. Meeting his tongue as it pushes past mine, letting him do whatever he wants while I cling onto his shoulder with one hand. The other one slides down his back to cup his arse.
My cock seems to be making a valiant move again, though it's futile of course. Still, it's a very nice feeling. Oxygen, oxygen would be a very nice feeling too at the moment. I make a sound of desperation into the kiss, feeling my knees go weak and wobbly. Though, that's due to the kiss, not the lack of air. When he finally pulls his mouth away, I suck in a few lungs of air while I look at him in awe.
"Good lord," I rasp, reaching out with a trembling hand to lean against the wall. His next action however, takes what little breath I had managed to suck in completely away. "Angel...I-I'm sorry but...I-I don't think...oh god." He can't be serious. There is something so incredibly erotic about Angel on his knees in front of me, that I can feel my body reacting to it. Stunned
I blink and look at Angel and then down my body. His mouth leaves a trail of burning need wherever it goes. And the idea that he maybe, maybe do down far enough to touch my swelling erection makes me tremble. I had fantasized about me doing it, and the reality turned out even better. But never in my wildest dreams had this scenario come by.
"Lov-- Angel, I-I. Oh!." Swallowing hard, I lean back against the cool tiles while the hot water sluices over us both. I can't seem to tear my eyes away as he makes his way down my body. "You, you don't have to if-if you don't w-want to."
I can feel his tongue circling my nipples making me throw my head back. I hear the thud of it landing hard against the wall, but at the moment I'm to busy to feel anything more then Angel's hands, his tongue, his mouth, his....everything. One hand carefully leaves the wall to thread through his wet hair as I pull him closer to me.
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His words make me smile and my heart break. All I want now is to lavish him with pleasure. He deserves that much from me at least. I look up from my ministrations to look him in the eye. "No question. I want to. Want you. How can he not know how much I want him? How much I care? Continuing to caress his chest, avoiding his nipples, I work my way down, following his little trail of hair down until I have to put out my hands to shift my weight.
"Mmm. I think I like making you breathless, but hearing you...talk isn't bad either. Like hearing your voice," I say as I finally reach my knees. I want him to stop cutting himself off. That little tease that he might call me love makes me want to get him to lose it, so he won't be able to think about holding it back. Something inside me doesn't want to hear it, but a bigger part is desperate to hear it over and over again.
He makes quite the picture, eyes wide and so very turned on. "Pretty, Wes," slips out as I rub my cheek along his cock, and nuzzle into his hip bone. The skin's so smooth and bare there, I have to taste it, one more bit of skin to cross off the list of parts of Wes that I've memorized with my mouth. "Taste so good, Wes." I take a deep breath to take in yet another scent of him. That scent that screams sex. I brace my hands on his thighs, so muscled and lean. And then I start lapping at the streams of water sliding over his hips, and his hardening cock. "Feel so good." So damned good. This is too good. I want to worship every inch of him for letting me do this.
His hand in my hair raises a primal growl in the back of my throat. "Wes," comes out as a hiss. Being on my knees, pleasuring him, being a slave to his desire, gets me hard and I want to devour him. My hands tighten a little on his thighs so that they don't fly to my cock and start jerking me off. It gets easier to ignore my needs once I start licking along his cock and the noises he makes drown out even the sound of the water. This is about him, but my own urges override that thought and I can't keep from slipping him into my mouth before I can tease him into oblivion.
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He’s sliding down further until he’s actually on his knees. The sight nearly undoes me and I can’t seem to look away. This strong man, this powerful creature in front of me on his knees. Tongue darting out to lap at my skin, my cock as hot water beats down our bodies and steam fills the cabin. It takes my breath away and I have to force myself to actually remember to breath.
“Oh god.” Groaning as his cheek rubs against my swelling erection, my other hand shoots out to slam against the cool tiles to keep me from toppling over. My knees are already going weak, as my body starts to tremble. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, which turned as dry as my throat despite the shower. As much as he liked to hear me talk, what he’s doing to me steals not only my breath away but also any coherent thought.
I can’t seem to stop my hips from thrusting forward slightly, wanting to move my shaft into the direction of that cool mouth. Wanting him to touch me there, with his mouth, his hand, I don’t care at this point. It seems impossible, but I’m growing harder with each touch, with each word spilling from his lips. Moaning, I let my head fall to my chest as I look at him. Unable to look away, even if I wanted to.
“Beautiful,” I echo, lips parted as I pant for air. A chocked sound suddenly escapes and my eyes go wide as I watch my cock disappear into his mouth. Struggling for air, my grip tightens on his hair as I comb my fingers through it. I freeze, wanting this moment to last forever. A long groan escapes my throat, bouncing of the walls as he works my cock teasingly, getting harder and harder.
“Angel,” I whisper, finally closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. "Oh god, love. Please, more. Please.” I need you, I want you, I love you.
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The feel of him in my mouth is incredible. Heavy, but just the right weight, not overwhelming. Just like Wes. He's there when you need him, steady, strong, but he's not going to force himself on you if you don't make him feel needed, and oh is he needed right now. I shift a little so my erection brushes his leg. Maybe he doesn't know how hard he gets me, but that has to be a pretty good hint.
I lick along his shaft, following the water droplets, sucking kisses against his cock, and cupping his balls. I can feel the groan that vibrates through him and I'd smile, but I've got him in my mouth again. He tastes so good, I start sucking him long and slow, letting him slide in and out of my mouth while the water soaks us.
My chest feels like it's going to explode. Love. It feels right. It rings in my ears and I moan in pleasure around his cock. All teasing over, I suck harder, earnestly, as desperate as he sounds. My tongue swirls around the head and teases his slit, and then I take him in again fully, only stopping when I can't take any more of him in. My hands fall away from his thighs and move to his ass, nudging him forward into my mouth, urging him to take as much as I can give. Want him to fuck my mouth. I want him hitting the back of my throat so days later I can still feel him when I swallow.
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My breathing is speeding up, the steam making if rather difficult to drag oxygen in my lungs. But I don't care, because his mouth is around my throbbing cock. His cool tongue licking at heated skin. I can feel his own skin growing warm from the shower. His own erection slide along my leg and I have to forcefully stop myself from dropping to my knees and taking it in my hand. From begging him to shag me again. Stop myself from simply touching it.
A small cry escapes me and all thoughts leave again when he starts to suck. Tongue swirling around the head of my shaft, tracking a vein as he moved all the way down. He's teasing and I don't know how long I can last. Threading my fingers though his hair, I can't seem to stop babbling. I've no idea what I'm saying though his name seems to be on my lips a lot. Along with words like 'more', 'need you' and 'love'. Though, I have to catch myself several times not to add the 'you' to that last word. Even though it's true. I doubt he'd appreciate such a dramatic gesture.
Legs are starting to feel as though they'll give out any second now. "Christ, Angel. So close, please love. More." I'm begging and I know it. But how can I not when he's doing such wonderful things. His hands slide to my arse and he's pushing. Encouraging me. Which is the only signal I need. Thrusting my hips forward, perhaps a little harder then I wanted to, I push myself into his mouth. I can feel the tip of my cock bumping the back of his throat. And then he swallows. Sucking in my breath, my body starts to tremble with anticipation.
Every fiber in my body is still oversensitive from my last orgasm. I know I won't last long and can't help but feel disappointed by that. Know that I'll never be enough for Angel, who'll need more, who'll need things I can never give me. But there's no room for those thoughts now as I push myself roughly into his mouth. Throwing my head back, I lock my knees and snap my hips as I pant for air. Fingers scrabbling the cold tiles to find something to hold onto. So close, and yet so far away.
"Angel," I whisper, feeling my steady pace stutter and a climax building in my toes. Then the world goes white and I can see those lovely stars again. A scream tears out of my throat and I hope to god I didn't shout out what I was thinking, I love you, as I'm drowning in my climax, surrounded by all of Angel.
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When he bucks the last time, it feels so violent, and I groan around him, my fingers curling against the smoothness of the shower wall to keep from coming too. I keep my mouth on him, sucking the orgasm from his dick, and when he does come, I keep sucking, licking every last drop from him.
My hands fly to his hips to keep him from falling and then I just take my time, licking, and mouthing his skin as he comes back from wherever his scream took him. His cock is still twitching and I let it be for a few moments knowing it must be sensitive and tonguing the skin on his hip and thighs instead. I find myself silently mouthing the words "love you" against his skin. I doubt he can tell from the movements of my mouth, so I keep doing it, soothing myself as much as his skin.
When he seems steadied, I pull him down to me, kissing him as soon as he's close, but not too hard. Just light bits of pressure. Breath seems like a good thing right now. I run my hand over his cheekbone and curl around his jaw. Even though he just came in my mouth I still feel the need to make sure he's actually here. With me.
I run my fingers through his wet hair and the strands give way easily with the water slucing through them. I stretch up for the soap, and kiss him again, my other hand on his neck and my thumb stroking along his throat. "Better get you clean before the water gets cold," I say, the words coming out a little more ragged than I expected, emotions crawling up my throat.
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