Lingerie
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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Category:
-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,234
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lingerie
The first 4 ficlets are S/X, last 3, S/A
Xander's POV
Boycut. Xander decides. Definitely boycut. Not that
spike doesn't have the ass for a *fuck* G-string – Spike has
possibly the only ass that could be declared legal to bare
in public; a sort of national treasure, as it were, jacked from
England and placed on display here in sunny SoCal – no, Spike looks
damn good in whatever frilly thing he chooses, but the thing is,
Xander likes the tease. He loves the way they give the barest
glimmer of an ass curve, framed in blackredwhitepinkblue lace. He
fantasizes about that curve; wants to set up camp on it, pitch a
tent, build a fire and sleep naked on the ground. He wantes to lick
it, kiss it, bite it, touch it, suck it, stroke it, devour it.
Worry it with teeth and lips and nails and hands until the skin is
raw and burning, soothing the enflamed skin with soft delicate
kitteny laps, lace scratching his eyelids, nose and lips. Salivating
at the thought of rubbing his dick in that crease, sweatyslickysweet
curve begging for it, pleading until he explodes, cum soaking into
lace.
When he gets home, he does.
Xander's POV
Boycut. Xander decides. Definitely boycut. Not that
spike doesn't have the ass for a *fuck* G-string – Spike has
possibly the only ass that could be declared legal to bare
in public; a sort of national treasure, as it were, jacked from
England and placed on display here in sunny SoCal – no, Spike looks
damn good in whatever frilly thing he chooses, but the thing is,
Xander likes the tease. He loves the way they give the barest
glimmer of an ass curve, framed in blackredwhitepinkblue lace. He
fantasizes about that curve; wants to set up camp on it, pitch a
tent, build a fire and sleep naked on the ground. He wantes to lick
it, kiss it, bite it, touch it, suck it, stroke it, devour it.
Worry it with teeth and lips and nails and hands until the skin is
raw and burning, soothing the enflamed skin with soft delicate
kitteny laps, lace scratching his eyelids, nose and lips. Salivating
at the thought of rubbing his dick in that crease, sweatyslickysweet
curve begging for it, pleading until he explodes, cum soaking into
lace.
When he gets home, he does.