Fly with me this evening...
Mar. 9th, 2005 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuce"Help!" said I, in relation to the layout of my LJ
"Here!" said![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bouncymonkey.
"Wheeeee!" said I. "How can I repay you?"
"Angel/Wesley!" came the reply.
So, I present tobouncymonkey the following ficlet with my grateful thanks :-D
Wesley gasped as Angel thrust suddenly, forcing the cock that was seated in his body deeper.
"Ah- Angel." The word was little more than a moan as fingers skimmed over his nipples, the heat from them seeping back into the flesh it was originally stolen from.
Angel's tongue swiped over Wesley's neck, causing him to shiver.
"You look so good like this." The purr in his ear rumbled through him. "Open. Impaled. Mine." Each word was punctuated by a nudge of Angel's cock, white sparks flashing in Wes's vision.
"Please."
"Please what, Wes?" Phantom digits brushed over his hard cock, actual touch only a brief memory on the edge of his consciousness.
"Please." Touch him, fuck him, and mark him. Do anything except the nothing he's doing now.
With a nip to the back of Wesley's neck, Angel moved, pressing Wes forward and relentlessly driving his cock in and out of the man under him.
His prostate punished with each movement, Wesley cried out as, held in his lover's arms and surround by the scent of a man he shouldn't love, he finally gave in to the darkness.
"Here!" said
bouncymonkey."Wheeeee!" said I. "How can I repay you?"
"Angel/Wesley!" came the reply.
So, I present to
bouncymonkey the following ficlet with my grateful thanks :-DWesley gasped as Angel thrust suddenly, forcing the cock that was seated in his body deeper.
"Ah- Angel." The word was little more than a moan as fingers skimmed over his nipples, the heat from them seeping back into the flesh it was originally stolen from.
Angel's tongue swiped over Wesley's neck, causing him to shiver.
"You look so good like this." The purr in his ear rumbled through him. "Open. Impaled. Mine." Each word was punctuated by a nudge of Angel's cock, white sparks flashing in Wes's vision.
"Please."
"Please what, Wes?" Phantom digits brushed over his hard cock, actual touch only a brief memory on the edge of his consciousness.
"Please." Touch him, fuck him, and mark him. Do anything except the nothing he's doing now.
With a nip to the back of Wesley's neck, Angel moved, pressing Wes forward and relentlessly driving his cock in and out of the man under him.
His prostate punished with each movement, Wesley cried out as, held in his lover's arms and surround by the scent of a man he shouldn't love, he finally gave in to the darkness.
