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Down and dirty
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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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