Little Hands
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Angel the Series › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,791
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Angel: The Series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Little Hands
Title: Little Hands
Author: Cin dianagodessa@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: obviously i own nothing. if i did i would rock! Joss, Mutant Enemy & Fox got it all.
Challenge: Spike/Puppet Angel smut. Set around the time of “Smile Time” on Ats.
Little Hands
The feel of his small felt hand felt delicious against is hard cock. Spike groaned as little puppet Angel took both his hands and wrapped them around his dick, stroking him up and down. Angel’s hand was too small to wrap around Spike’s girth, but he had found a way to make it work by using both of them.
“That’s right,” Spike encouraged, “a little bit harder.”
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Spike kept one hand on Angel’s soft shoulder keeping him in place and the other rose, leaning against the wall with his fist clenched shut.
Angel’s black cloth eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stroked Spike’s length. He had to concentrate on his task. Before it was always him being the dominant one; it was always he who was stroked. Now, at his current short height, he was at the perfect level to wrap his lips around Spike’s erection, but he had no lips. He had no throat in which to feel Spike thrust into. He had to settle for using is little felt hands.
Angel’s soft hands began to work in earnest. Small little grunts could be heard from the small puppet vampire as his little arms moved at a faster pace. Spike fisted his hand in Angel’s spiky hair.
“Oh yeah… gonna make me come, Peaches,” his words coming out in pants.
Angel’s hands tightened slightly.
“Oh… that’s it… right there.”
Spike’s cock jerked, erupting in ropey streams of semen coating Angel’s fabric hands and splashing against the plush fabric of his face. Angel released Spike’s softening dick from his hands.
“Cam I hab my noze back now?”
Spike tucked himself back into his pants.
“Sure thing,” he turned and started to walk away.
Little Angel’s steps could be heard following.
“Gib me my noze!”
Without even looking back Spike tossed something over his shoulder.
“Thanx for the wank, Peaches,” Spike chuckled, “Never felt such soft little hands.”
The End
Author: Cin dianagodessa@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: obviously i own nothing. if i did i would rock! Joss, Mutant Enemy & Fox got it all.
Challenge: Spike/Puppet Angel smut. Set around the time of “Smile Time” on Ats.
Little Hands
The feel of his small felt hand felt delicious against is hard cock. Spike groaned as little puppet Angel took both his hands and wrapped them around his dick, stroking him up and down. Angel’s hand was too small to wrap around Spike’s girth, but he had found a way to make it work by using both of them.
“That’s right,” Spike encouraged, “a little bit harder.”
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. Spike kept one hand on Angel’s soft shoulder keeping him in place and the other rose, leaning against the wall with his fist clenched shut.
Angel’s black cloth eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he stroked Spike’s length. He had to concentrate on his task. Before it was always him being the dominant one; it was always he who was stroked. Now, at his current short height, he was at the perfect level to wrap his lips around Spike’s erection, but he had no lips. He had no throat in which to feel Spike thrust into. He had to settle for using is little felt hands.
Angel’s soft hands began to work in earnest. Small little grunts could be heard from the small puppet vampire as his little arms moved at a faster pace. Spike fisted his hand in Angel’s spiky hair.
“Oh yeah… gonna make me come, Peaches,” his words coming out in pants.
Angel’s hands tightened slightly.
“Oh… that’s it… right there.”
Spike’s cock jerked, erupting in ropey streams of semen coating Angel’s fabric hands and splashing against the plush fabric of his face. Angel released Spike’s softening dick from his hands.
“Cam I hab my noze back now?”
Spike tucked himself back into his pants.
“Sure thing,” he turned and started to walk away.
Little Angel’s steps could be heard following.
“Gib me my noze!”
Without even looking back Spike tossed something over his shoulder.
“Thanx for the wank, Peaches,” Spike chuckled, “Never felt such soft little hands.”
The End