Sensations
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male › Spike(William)/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,670
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0
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Cold
COLD
In the shadows, out of the range of the candles’ light, is a pale man. Dressed only in his long coat, smelling of cigarette smoke and old leather, he leans against a big table. His golden-blue eyes glows as they follow every move the young man makes while his slender hands mimic them on his own body. His ears strain to hear every gasp, every pant and moan that comes out of that delicious mouth. He suddenly stands up straight, sensing it is time. Softly, quietly, the pale blonde approaches the writhing brunette. His footsteps are muffled against the cold stone floor. In his hand is a chilled bowl filled with fresh fruit on ice. He kneels down, leaning over his companion. He blows cool air onto the body beneath him, watching the skin twitch in response. He picks up a piece of apple, moist and dripping from the ice. He dips it in the navel, mixing hot sweat and cool juice. Making the brunette squirm and moan he then brings it up to those tempting lips, pushing it into the mouth and letting the brunette taste it. At the last moment he adds his own lips, sharing the fruit.
In the shadows, out of the range of the candles’ light, is a pale man. Dressed only in his long coat, smelling of cigarette smoke and old leather, he leans against a big table. His golden-blue eyes glows as they follow every move the young man makes while his slender hands mimic them on his own body. His ears strain to hear every gasp, every pant and moan that comes out of that delicious mouth. He suddenly stands up straight, sensing it is time. Softly, quietly, the pale blonde approaches the writhing brunette. His footsteps are muffled against the cold stone floor. In his hand is a chilled bowl filled with fresh fruit on ice. He kneels down, leaning over his companion. He blows cool air onto the body beneath him, watching the skin twitch in response. He picks up a piece of apple, moist and dripping from the ice. He dips it in the navel, mixing hot sweat and cool juice. Making the brunette squirm and moan he then brings it up to those tempting lips, pushing it into the mouth and letting the brunette taste it. At the last moment he adds his own lips, sharing the fruit.