This Spander's for you
“Shh, pet.” Soothing tones.
The finger traveled over his nipples, stopping briefly to tweak each in turn. Xander moaned despite the reminder.
The finger traveled lower, dipping into his navel, pressing slightly, causing a pleasure-pain to shoot through his penis. It kept going; through the crisp curls, twisting, tangling slightly, then moving on, and down, oh god, down…or was it up?…his thickening cock, circling the head, dipping into the drooling crevice and then following the straining vein on the underside to his balls. The finger was joined by friends there. A palm cupped gently as fingers rolled the spheres in the sack of flesh. He was arching off the bed now; a strange mewling sound was coming from his throat. A thumb, wide and soft was massaging just under his scrotum. The soft, stretched band of flesh there tingled and throbbed. He hadn’t been aware it could do this. Gone. The touch was gone!
Xander opened his eyes, searched frantically for Spike. What had happened?
He was still there, at the edge of the bed, opening something, letting liquid fall to his hand.
Then the touch was back. This time cold and slick. Xander inhaled sharply from the sensation. Traversing that spot he didn’t know existed for pleasure. And then it moved down; down to tightly puckered flesh. Hissing through clenched teeth, Xander tried desperately to bring down the thighs that had risen of their own accord to his chest. A firm arm stopped them.
“Patience, mate. Patience.” The voice was sultry, soft. A thumb was worrying the edges of his sphincter, sending flashes of heat to his gut. He relaxed, slowly.
Spike’s cool hand had wrapped itself around Xander’s shaft and was methodically pumping and twisting in a similar rhythm to that of the thumb.
“Jesus!” Xander’s voice was nothing more than a harsh shout.
A deep chuckle, “Not tonight.”
Spike ran one thumb around and around the head of his cock, while twisting the shaft that supported it with his hand. Around and around went the thumb on his asshole.
Then the thumbs dipped into their respective holes, a quick press that left Xander light-headed and humping the air.
Wet, smooth, cool. Xander opened his eyes again and saw what his flesh felt. Spike’s mouth swallowing the length of his penis. The pale face opening to allow his dark red cock to travel into it. He felt as if he had nothing but nerve endings and the ridges of the vampire’s mouth and the buds of his tongue were stroking each one of them. When he was sure Spike had taken as much as was possible—as much as Anya ever had anyway—he felt a ring of flesh…open allowing the head of his cock to pop through and then Spike’s nose was firmly nestled in black hair. Xander forgot to breathe. Every sensation in his body was suddenly focused on the length of flesh that was in Spike’s mouth. And then, and then, there was something pressing around the head of his cock. A sucking, squeezing, rolling force; simultaneously, the moving thumb had pushed its way into his ass.
“Shit!” Xander arched everything—hips, chest, neck, eyes--and came in great pulsing throbs down Spike’s clenching throat.
Swallowing, still swallowing, the vampire took it all and moved his mouth up and down Xander’s slowly melting cock. When he had licked Xander clean he moved away from the bed. Xander watched as Spike dug through his pockets. He found a cigarette, lit it and sat in the chair, eyes locked on Xander’s.
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Date: 2003-09-26 05:40 am (UTC)Very good, thank you!!
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Date: 2003-09-26 06:40 pm (UTC)I tried something else, but it didn't work out.
::smacks it::
You deserve only good stuff on your birthday! Hope it was great!
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Date: 2003-09-27 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-27 10:28 pm (UTC)