It wasn't the word Spike was expecting. It wasn't the tone he expected, either. It should've been a struggle, the voice thin and rough with disuse, maybe a touch of hesitancy. Something.
It was a struggle. He could see that in Xander's face as the boy contorted his lips and worked his jaw. But when he finally spoke ...
Low and soft and without a drop of hesitancy or insecurity within the richness. Xander believed it, totally. The adoration in his gaze was nothing to the deep trust in his voice.
Spike didn't hear the water moving as he leaned forward, mouth intent on the boy's.
He knew after this, that he was gonna reciprocate. Lay the boy out and find every bit of uncontaminated pleasure left in him. Mostly, though, Spike just hoped he'd be able to. Since Xander seemed determined to make Spike lose his mind through his dick ...
There was still that level of uncertanty. A hint of shyness moreerotic then the most shameless hussy. And then there were bites, scattered over his belly and the edge of where it turned into groin. Sharp teeth scraped over the bones of his hips, nibbling, sucking kisses trailing in their wake. Spike groaned and tried not to writhe too much; didn't want to dislodge such a deliciously perfect mouth, now.
Unwilling to give verbal approval -- this wasn't about his pleasure, after all -- Spike settled for rubbing and caressing the head under his hands.
It was a struggle. He could see that in Xander's face as the boy contorted his lips and worked his jaw. But when he finally spoke ...
Low and soft and without a drop of hesitancy or insecurity within the richness. Xander believed it, totally. The adoration in his gaze was nothing to the deep trust in his voice.
Spike didn't hear the water moving as he leaned forward, mouth intent on the boy's.
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There was still that level of uncertanty. A hint of shyness moreerotic then the most shameless hussy. And then there were bites, scattered over his belly and the edge of where it turned into groin. Sharp teeth scraped over the bones of his hips, nibbling, sucking kisses trailing in their wake. Spike groaned and tried not to writhe too much; didn't want to dislodge such a deliciously perfect mouth, now.
Unwilling to give verbal approval -- this wasn't about his pleasure, after all -- Spike settled for rubbing and caressing the head under his hands.
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