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Dec. 6th, 2003 07:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essene_backupBecause I'm feeling a bit wicked, here's a bit of Roadtrip that is NOT in the next section, but begged me to write it anyway. And I really don't stand on continuity ceremony with my own fic so...
Spike braced himself on either side of Xander's head with strong arms and worked his hips in a sturdy rhythm. Bending at the elbow he brought his lips to Xander's ear, grazing it as he spoke, "This is what you've been waiting for isn't it? Someone to pound into you. Touch you in places you've never dared."
Xander twisted and raised his hips frantically beneath him, urging him on wordlesssly. He'd started bucking in earnest when Spike had started speaking to him, so low and quiet. Wholly nasty, obscene things, bitch, bottom boy, cock lover, whore... it drove him into a little corner of his mind where he bent over, thrust his ass in the air and begged for delieverance through fucking. Coherent sentences, ideas and thoughts had long since fled, and he felt as if every nerve in his body had suddenly migrated to his cock and his ass.
Xander's head rolled back a bit, rasing the nape of his neck off the bed. "Maybe Anya's tiny finger, maybe your own, maybe even a piece of plastic. But it was never quite right was it boy? Didn't rub you just so, make you sweat like you are now. Make you moan."
Spike had to stop for a moment as Xander's head thrashed to the side exposing a raggedly pulsing jugular to him and the tight ring around his cock convulsed, squeezing along his length as he dragged himself out and plunged in again. "You've been gagging for someone to make you their bitch for an age now haven't you? Maybe the watcher? Maybe even solidier boy? Angel?"
Spike fairly growled as he said that name, then began to pound into Xander in wild, unmetered thrusts. "Didn't really matter when you were having your pull, fingering your hole. Just wanted someone, anyone to shove it up you, make you scream. Fill you up."
Spike bent his head to the fluttering pulse in Xander's neck, the one trying desperately to escape its cage of skin. Ran his tounge over it again and again as he pulled Xander's legs up farther and fucked him harder, Xander's cock rasping against his abdomen, leaving small trails of hot liquid to sear through his cool skin.
"Been waiting all your life for this, haven't you boy? A cock up your arse, your legs in the air, all helpless and throbbing, just waiting for the word?"
Xander grunted and nearly sobbed, the friction on his prostate and the sure hand that had suddenly gripped his cock blotting out sense and any other means of intelligent response.
Angling just so, Spike hit Xander's tight bundle of nerves and jerked smoothly on his cock, once, twice, a third time and then Xander was yelling and clenching as he came on their chests. Spike's eyes rolled up as Xander's cheeks tightened and his ass gripped his cock at the base, wrenching his orgasm from him.
Also? Why is it I can write dirty talk for Spike when he's with Xander, but not with anyone else? ::grump::
Spike braced himself on either side of Xander's head with strong arms and worked his hips in a sturdy rhythm. Bending at the elbow he brought his lips to Xander's ear, grazing it as he spoke, "This is what you've been waiting for isn't it? Someone to pound into you. Touch you in places you've never dared."
Xander twisted and raised his hips frantically beneath him, urging him on wordlesssly. He'd started bucking in earnest when Spike had started speaking to him, so low and quiet. Wholly nasty, obscene things, bitch, bottom boy, cock lover, whore... it drove him into a little corner of his mind where he bent over, thrust his ass in the air and begged for delieverance through fucking. Coherent sentences, ideas and thoughts had long since fled, and he felt as if every nerve in his body had suddenly migrated to his cock and his ass.
Xander's head rolled back a bit, rasing the nape of his neck off the bed. "Maybe Anya's tiny finger, maybe your own, maybe even a piece of plastic. But it was never quite right was it boy? Didn't rub you just so, make you sweat like you are now. Make you moan."
Spike had to stop for a moment as Xander's head thrashed to the side exposing a raggedly pulsing jugular to him and the tight ring around his cock convulsed, squeezing along his length as he dragged himself out and plunged in again. "You've been gagging for someone to make you their bitch for an age now haven't you? Maybe the watcher? Maybe even solidier boy? Angel?"
Spike fairly growled as he said that name, then began to pound into Xander in wild, unmetered thrusts. "Didn't really matter when you were having your pull, fingering your hole. Just wanted someone, anyone to shove it up you, make you scream. Fill you up."
Spike bent his head to the fluttering pulse in Xander's neck, the one trying desperately to escape its cage of skin. Ran his tounge over it again and again as he pulled Xander's legs up farther and fucked him harder, Xander's cock rasping against his abdomen, leaving small trails of hot liquid to sear through his cool skin.
"Been waiting all your life for this, haven't you boy? A cock up your arse, your legs in the air, all helpless and throbbing, just waiting for the word?"
Xander grunted and nearly sobbed, the friction on his prostate and the sure hand that had suddenly gripped his cock blotting out sense and any other means of intelligent response.
Angling just so, Spike hit Xander's tight bundle of nerves and jerked smoothly on his cock, once, twice, a third time and then Xander was yelling and clenching as he came on their chests. Spike's eyes rolled up as Xander's cheeks tightened and his ass gripped his cock at the base, wrenching his orgasm from him.
Also? Why is it I can write dirty talk for Spike when he's with Xander, but not with anyone else? ::grump::
