The Best Part of Waking Up
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Adult ++
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The Best Part of Waking Up
Title: The Best Part of Waking Up
Author: phaelstya
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary: Shameless and short PWP. Enjoy!
He’s still sleeping. The deep, even rhythm of breath, and steady pulse of his heartbeat thudding in my ear tell me as much. Don’t know how. Every time I inhale, the heady essence of him mixes with my own arousal, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from shaking him awake.
*Well, maybe not shaking…*
My eyes lion hon his face, as warm skin meets cold and I stroke light fingertips across the tender flesh of his inner thigh. When he moans and presses up against my hand, I can’t help but grin.
“Mmmm…Spike?”
“Yeah pet?” The nipple hovering in front of my mouth calls to me and I flick my tongue out to taste it.
“I was asleep.” His tone is pouty and a bit petulant, so I close my teeth around the hardened nub, reveling in the little gasp and twitch thing he does in response. I could bloody well lose myself in that sound. Or how big his eyes get when I push past that tight little ring of muscles and fill him. I slide my hand down to cup his balls, kneading them gently as I drag the rough surface of my tongue up across his chest to nip at the vein pulsing in the side of his neck. He keeps his eyes shut tight, trying to feign sleep, but I can smell desidesire rolling off him in waves and hear the tempo of his heart as it bangs fitfully against his ribs.
“Not sleeping anymore, now are you?” Grinning, I wrap my hand loosely around his shaft, teasing. He doesn’t answer, but I hear the rustle of fabric when he fists his hands in the sheets, and the little hitch in his breathing he’s trying so hard to hide. Tension ripples through his body as I grasp his cock more firmly, the heated skin sliding against my palm as I stroke him with aching slowness. A strangled moan escapes his lips as I brush my thumb across the head, collecting the shining droplet of pre-cum that hangs there.
“I know you’re awake, Xan.” I whisper, and roll the fleshy softness of his earlobe between my teeth. “You can drop the act.”
His only response is to squeeze his eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to control his breathing. I sigh against his neck, wondering when I, a Master vampire, was reduced to seducing my partners this way.
*Well, if he’s going to play hard to get…*
I straddle his legs, delighting at the soft whimpering noise he makes when I loose my grip on him. Planting my hands on either side of his head, I rub my erection against his before tracing a path downwards over his chest with my lips, bathing his shivering skin with my tongue.
His back arches involuntarily, hips thrusting upwards as my teeth scrape across the sensitive skin where his hip joins his thigh. Hands roam his body, dealing out the kindest form of tortund and as my tongue curls around the head of his cock, the moan is anything but strangled. My lips close around him, savoring the taste, the warmth, the scent that is purely him as I search beneath the covers for the lube I discarded there last night.
I slide my mouth lower on his shaft, tickling the tip of my tongue against the vein on the underside, and hollow my cheeks, sucking roughly when my hand closes around the tube. Pretenses forgotten, his hips buck up, driving his cock past the barrier and into my throat. The muscles in his thighs twitch and his fingers wind themselves in the sheets furiously as a hungry gasp pushes past his parted lips.
Deftly, I pop the cap off the Astroglide with one hand and squeeze a liberal amount into my palm. Xander is still writhing beneath me, eyes screwed shut and panting – the very picture of debauchery. I swirl my tongue about the base of his shaft, closing the muscles in my throat around his head, milking it gently as I coat my cock with the lube. He quivers and groans as I let him slip from my mouth and hook my arms around his knees, but his eyes don’t open. I shrug inwardly and with the preternatural speed of my kind, I roll his hips up and sink myself into his heated flesh. His eyes pop open, pupils dilated by desire, and wide with surprise.
*That’s what I was looking for…*
“Awake now are you?” I purr at him, as I tease his prostate with slow, shallow thrusts. His mouth moves like he’s trying to talk, but all that comes out is incoherent babbling interspersed with soft moans, so he just nods.
“Good.” I slam my hips forward roughly, watching as his eyes roll back in his head and the lids flutter shut. I slither my hand between us, wrapping it around his hardness.
“Now, now. Eyes open, pet.” I give his cock a gentle tug. “Wouldn’t want to think you were falling asleep on me. I might just have to stop.”
Again, his eyes snap open, locking with mine and he extracts his hands from the sheets. Seconds later, I feel his nails dig into the tender flesh of my ass cheeks as he urges me deeper. A giddy smile spreads on my face as I pick up the pace, spreading him open with quick, hard strokes, working my hand around his cock in time with every thrust. A fine sheen of sweat springs up on his skin, and he’s caught his lower lip between his teeth to keep from openly panting.
*He should always look like this…*
I lean forward and claim his lips with unbridled fervor, the tiny sparks of impending release already dancing down my spine. The change in angle makes the muscles in his thighs tremor violently, and those legs wrap around me like a vise. Hrms rms come up to encircle my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss, our tongues battling, teeth colliding, and he arches up into me, seeking more…always more.
More than happy to oblige, I step things up another notch, driving myself deeper into the tightness of his ass, growling as the muscles begin to spasm and clutch around me. Every inch of his body tenses and I feel the sticky warmth of his semen spreading on my hand as he shouts my name, tumbling into his orgasm.
That, combined with the sensation of his ass clenching around my cock is enough to send me over the edge, and I roar my release loud enough to wake three counties. Suddenly, my arms are not enough to support my weight, and I sink down on top of him, my cock still buried inside him.
“Mine.” I murmur softly against the salty sweat on his neck. His body shakes as he chuckles and presses my body to his.
“Always, Spike. Always.”
Author: phaelstya
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Summary: Shameless and short PWP. Enjoy!
He’s still sleeping. The deep, even rhythm of breath, and steady pulse of his heartbeat thudding in my ear tell me as much. Don’t know how. Every time I inhale, the heady essence of him mixes with my own arousal, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from shaking him awake.
*Well, maybe not shaking…*
My eyes lion hon his face, as warm skin meets cold and I stroke light fingertips across the tender flesh of his inner thigh. When he moans and presses up against my hand, I can’t help but grin.
“Mmmm…Spike?”
“Yeah pet?” The nipple hovering in front of my mouth calls to me and I flick my tongue out to taste it.
“I was asleep.” His tone is pouty and a bit petulant, so I close my teeth around the hardened nub, reveling in the little gasp and twitch thing he does in response. I could bloody well lose myself in that sound. Or how big his eyes get when I push past that tight little ring of muscles and fill him. I slide my hand down to cup his balls, kneading them gently as I drag the rough surface of my tongue up across his chest to nip at the vein pulsing in the side of his neck. He keeps his eyes shut tight, trying to feign sleep, but I can smell desidesire rolling off him in waves and hear the tempo of his heart as it bangs fitfully against his ribs.
“Not sleeping anymore, now are you?” Grinning, I wrap my hand loosely around his shaft, teasing. He doesn’t answer, but I hear the rustle of fabric when he fists his hands in the sheets, and the little hitch in his breathing he’s trying so hard to hide. Tension ripples through his body as I grasp his cock more firmly, the heated skin sliding against my palm as I stroke him with aching slowness. A strangled moan escapes his lips as I brush my thumb across the head, collecting the shining droplet of pre-cum that hangs there.
“I know you’re awake, Xan.” I whisper, and roll the fleshy softness of his earlobe between my teeth. “You can drop the act.”
His only response is to squeeze his eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to control his breathing. I sigh against his neck, wondering when I, a Master vampire, was reduced to seducing my partners this way.
*Well, if he’s going to play hard to get…*
I straddle his legs, delighting at the soft whimpering noise he makes when I loose my grip on him. Planting my hands on either side of his head, I rub my erection against his before tracing a path downwards over his chest with my lips, bathing his shivering skin with my tongue.
His back arches involuntarily, hips thrusting upwards as my teeth scrape across the sensitive skin where his hip joins his thigh. Hands roam his body, dealing out the kindest form of tortund and as my tongue curls around the head of his cock, the moan is anything but strangled. My lips close around him, savoring the taste, the warmth, the scent that is purely him as I search beneath the covers for the lube I discarded there last night.
I slide my mouth lower on his shaft, tickling the tip of my tongue against the vein on the underside, and hollow my cheeks, sucking roughly when my hand closes around the tube. Pretenses forgotten, his hips buck up, driving his cock past the barrier and into my throat. The muscles in his thighs twitch and his fingers wind themselves in the sheets furiously as a hungry gasp pushes past his parted lips.
Deftly, I pop the cap off the Astroglide with one hand and squeeze a liberal amount into my palm. Xander is still writhing beneath me, eyes screwed shut and panting – the very picture of debauchery. I swirl my tongue about the base of his shaft, closing the muscles in my throat around his head, milking it gently as I coat my cock with the lube. He quivers and groans as I let him slip from my mouth and hook my arms around his knees, but his eyes don’t open. I shrug inwardly and with the preternatural speed of my kind, I roll his hips up and sink myself into his heated flesh. His eyes pop open, pupils dilated by desire, and wide with surprise.
*That’s what I was looking for…*
“Awake now are you?” I purr at him, as I tease his prostate with slow, shallow thrusts. His mouth moves like he’s trying to talk, but all that comes out is incoherent babbling interspersed with soft moans, so he just nods.
“Good.” I slam my hips forward roughly, watching as his eyes roll back in his head and the lids flutter shut. I slither my hand between us, wrapping it around his hardness.
“Now, now. Eyes open, pet.” I give his cock a gentle tug. “Wouldn’t want to think you were falling asleep on me. I might just have to stop.”
Again, his eyes snap open, locking with mine and he extracts his hands from the sheets. Seconds later, I feel his nails dig into the tender flesh of my ass cheeks as he urges me deeper. A giddy smile spreads on my face as I pick up the pace, spreading him open with quick, hard strokes, working my hand around his cock in time with every thrust. A fine sheen of sweat springs up on his skin, and he’s caught his lower lip between his teeth to keep from openly panting.
*He should always look like this…*
I lean forward and claim his lips with unbridled fervor, the tiny sparks of impending release already dancing down my spine. The change in angle makes the muscles in his thighs tremor violently, and those legs wrap around me like a vise. Hrms rms come up to encircle my neck pulling me deeper into the kiss, our tongues battling, teeth colliding, and he arches up into me, seeking more…always more.
More than happy to oblige, I step things up another notch, driving myself deeper into the tightness of his ass, growling as the muscles begin to spasm and clutch around me. Every inch of his body tenses and I feel the sticky warmth of his semen spreading on my hand as he shouts my name, tumbling into his orgasm.
That, combined with the sensation of his ass clenching around my cock is enough to send me over the edge, and I roar my release loud enough to wake three counties. Suddenly, my arms are not enough to support my weight, and I sink down on top of him, my cock still buried inside him.
“Mine.” I murmur softly against the salty sweat on his neck. His body shakes as he chuckles and presses my body to his.
“Always, Spike. Always.”