Truth or Dare

Xander's eyes widened at the sight in front of him. That perfect, alabaster body slowly descending onto a red, rigid cock. He tilted his head, fascinated, and couldn't decide which part he wanted more: the hard organ slowly disappearing inside, or that tight, welcoming body now fully seated in the spread lap. His mouth watered at the random thought of being caught in between, and his breath hitched as the room seemed to heat up.



Long, strong fingers flexed around pale hips as strong thighs worked to raise and lower the body onto that lovely cock. Xander swallowed hard, and dug his fingers into the chair arms to stop himself from launching forward and licking a stripe up that twisting, detailed spine.



They moved faster, and the nearly-purple, slick cock contrasted so obscenely beautifully with the white ass it plunged into, while tanned fingers dug into muscle, tugging the man above down even as he strove to reach the height of his movement. Their wild rhythm picked up even as one hand left its hip and disappeared between them. Xander grunted as he pressed down on his painful cock – the thought of where that hand had gone to was not helping him in any way, shape or form.



The free hand had snaked around the lithe hips, and pinned the naked man closer as the lower man now pushed up desperately, lifting them both of the seat. White shoulders pushed tensed, as the pale head tossed back, and the man above cried out hoarsely. The lower man continued his mad thrusting, until he, too, bellowed his release.



The two men collapsed together on the armchair, panting, attempting to regain their respective equilibria. Xander licked his lips and swallowed, also searching for some form of calm as his eyes ran over the beautiful, sated bodies in front of him. Finally, he coughed, and cleared his throat. “So, uh, right. So that was, uh … yeah. It's just, you see, what I really meant was, uh…” He blushed and fidgeted as Spike pulled himself off Giles, and twisted around on the older man's lap to smirk at the brunet.



“Yes, Xander?” Giles asked, casually tidying himself.



Xander reddened even further. “I, I, uh, meant like, you know … a kid's horsey ride.”