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Down and dirty
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essene_backupJust a quick bj written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spuzz
Spike's on his knees and Xander's watching with a sense of disconnected awe as his cock slips past tepid lips to be laved and stroked by a tense tongue and silken cheeks. His hand drifts through the air, driven by the force within him that demands more contact with the wanton creature between his legs. His hand tangles within the stiff curls with effort, fingertips rewarded by a brief caress of soft scalp and individual strands stretching taught against his sensitive pads.
He can't tear his eyes away, not when bright blue ones flick up to capture his gaze, crinkling at the corners, giving him the vaguest sense that he should be wary, even in his passion. That the demon was only partially bridled. And therein lay the excitement, the true power. That at any moment, Spike's mood could shift and Xander'd be the one on his knees, in grateful obeisance.
He hisses as Spike lets him fuck his throat, tight muscles clenching the head of his cock at each metered entrance, tongue still moving like a wave on the underside of Xander's prick, driving him ever more quickly to the edge. But it’s when Spike unsheathes his fangs and let them graze along his hypersensitized length that Xander's spine uncoils and his sperm pulses out and down Spike's throat.
spuzzSpike's on his knees and Xander's watching with a sense of disconnected awe as his cock slips past tepid lips to be laved and stroked by a tense tongue and silken cheeks. His hand drifts through the air, driven by the force within him that demands more contact with the wanton creature between his legs. His hand tangles within the stiff curls with effort, fingertips rewarded by a brief caress of soft scalp and individual strands stretching taught against his sensitive pads.
He can't tear his eyes away, not when bright blue ones flick up to capture his gaze, crinkling at the corners, giving him the vaguest sense that he should be wary, even in his passion. That the demon was only partially bridled. And therein lay the excitement, the true power. That at any moment, Spike's mood could shift and Xander'd be the one on his knees, in grateful obeisance.
He hisses as Spike lets him fuck his throat, tight muscles clenching the head of his cock at each metered entrance, tongue still moving like a wave on the underside of Xander's prick, driving him ever more quickly to the edge. But it’s when Spike unsheathes his fangs and let them graze along his hypersensitized length that Xander's spine uncoils and his sperm pulses out and down Spike's throat.
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Date: 2004-07-26 09:57 pm (UTC)Makes me want to wake up hubby and do wicked, nasty things to him!
::Thank you::
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:17 pm (UTC)Loved the use of the word 'grateful' there. So very telling. Lovely!
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:17 pm (UTC)You know I am in a delicate hormonal state, and you do *this* to me? Get on a plane and come service me now, wench.
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:25 pm (UTC)What are you doing up? Go to bed you!
*tackles you and gives you an orgasm so you'll sleep*
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:29 pm (UTC)I want one! Or ten...
;)
Sun
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:30 pm (UTC)Here ya go.
*watches you in the throes of passion and grins wickedly*
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:36 pm (UTC)Awww, it's all cute and peeking out...
I'm friends locked anyhoo and if my friends can't handle it? Oh well.
It's kinda...hott.
*thinks about blowjobs some more*
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:39 pm (UTC)Go write!
Mmmm Spander!
heehee.
Sun
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:35 pm (UTC)Hmmm?
*pulls u on my lap and does decidely wicked things to you*
Muwhahahahaha
(err, I hope you are ok with this icon, if not feel free to delete the post, or screen it.
I've been yelled at before over it.)
Sun
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-26 10:53 pm (UTC)Sun
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Date: 2004-07-27 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-26 10:27 pm (UTC)Very nice story.
I'd change your tounge ... to tongue. :)
Long live Spander!
Sun
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:28 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2004-07-26 10:30 pm (UTC);)
Sun
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Date: 2004-07-27 03:19 am (UTC)He can't tear his eyes away, not when bright blue ones flick up to capture his gaze, crinkling at the corners, giving him the vaguest sense that he should be wary, even in his passion. That the demon was only partially bridled.
Thanks for this ;-)
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Date: 2004-07-27 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 07:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 08:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-27 09:47 am (UTC)::snuggle:: Thank you!
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Date: 2004-07-27 09:56 am (UTC)(Hope that's okay).
::hug::
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Date: 2004-07-27 10:01 am (UTC)Tis okay of course.
::hug::
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Date: 2004-07-27 12:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-28 03:51 am (UTC)short yet hot, the threat/promise of violence threaded into the fabric of the snippet.