So many kisses...

Sleepy kisses that coax him awake. Kisses that flutter and alight on a temptingly sweet target, making it swell with appreciation and pour out nectar as a reward for such an industrious bee... but maybe nectar is a bit too fancy an image, and after all it isn't long before the delicate pressure of Spike's mouth turns avid and hungry and the bee stings, teeth scraping, tongue curling as it strips him of all he has to give...greedy bee...

Sudden kisses; Spike turning away from raptly watching a soap and cupping Xander's face, pulling him in to kiss him firmly and fast before smiling with unaffected, simple happiness, so that Xander's breath catches and he feels dizzy with fear and wonder.

Angry kisses, bruising and hard, stripping away pretence, demanding a response, commanding honesty.

Scary kisses when sky eyes blaze like the sun, and fangs flash like ivory knives and God help him, he wants to tilt his head just so and beg to be bitten...

Smoochy kisses that are never called that because hey, they're men and smooching isn't supposed to last more than thirty seconds, but that's what they are, long, endless kisses until lips are slicked and sliding, messy and gloriously so, teeth and tongues, gasps and moans, hands everywhere until it's too much to bear and the kisses stop because there's too much else to do...

Kisses on lips, on necks, on bellies, kisses on cocks that turn them to jellies, kisses that linger, kisses that burn, kisses each 'n every way they turn...


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