Giles wrapped her hand around the silky and heated flesh of Wesley's cock and started to stroke. He kissed the other man hard, their teeth bumping into each other. When Wesley was finally able to speak, Giles smirked - he was quite proud of himself, especially since he could get such a reaction out of his lover
( ... )
When Wesley climbed up on the cold table, a shiver ran through him. This wasn't the first time they had ever shagged on a table, but it was the first time in several years, and between the anticipation and chill, he was starting to feel a bit juttery. Especially when Rupert disappeared into the kitchen for a moment
( ... )
Giles had always loved how receptive Wesley was. He'd never been with a lover before that vocalized his pleasure as much as Wesley did. With one hand on Wesley's cock, and the other on his hip, Giles thrust hard and firm into his lover. "No more trips unless we're together," he pushed out
( ... )
"Definitely not," Wesley agreed. "We're going together...no matter where or why..."
Once he orgasmed, he felt Rupert spill inside him, his cock twitching. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and he closed his eyes, savoring it. He felt Rupert starting to fall against him and tried to raise his hands to help him, but his current position made it difficult.
When Rupert helped him put his legs down, he then sat up. He knew he'd have to clean the table later, but he didn't care. Especially when his lover mentioned the make-up on his face.
"I seem to remember you being the one to ask Fred to put it on me!" Wesley told him, swatting his hip. Sliding from the table, he then took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Once it was the right tempertature, he pulled the other man in and picked up the soap to wash his face. "Better? Now we should probably clean the rest of ourselves up."
With a grin, he started soaping Rupert's abdomen before working his way down to clean his cock.
Giles nodded at Wesley's suggestion of them going shopping later. Since they were in Los Angeles, he was sure there was better stores there then there had been in Sunnydale. He was looking forward to seeing what sort of tea they sold in there. In Sunnydale, there was only three different kinds available. Shaking his head, Giles poured Wesley a cup of tea, not believing he was thinking about tea when his lover was standing right there.
"Here. This is what real tea should taste like," Giles said with a knowing look. He walked out to the table and sat his tea down. He went to Wesley's door and opened it. That morning's paper was sitting there and he picked it up. "Remember back in Sunnydale how we used to look through the newspaper to find things to do. You'd think the Council would've been more help."
He shook his head, not wanting to think about the Council. Instead, he looked over at his boxes. "Whatever we can't fit in the flat, I can put in a storage unit. I don't want to crowd you out of your flat."
Taking the cup in his hand, Wesley savored the aroma for a moment before taking a sip. "Hmmm...you're right, love. This tea is very good." He opened his eyes and looked over at his lover as he brought the paper inside. "I do remember." He wasn't likely to forget, considering some of the things they had ended up doing as a result
( ... )
Giles was glad when Wesley suggested they take a break. Unpacking had to be the most boring thing ever. Standing from the floor, Giles stretched out his arms and smiled when Wesley mentioned getting some jaffa cakes. His boyfriend wasn't playing fair but he'd get him back. "And when we get back, and get some food into us, we should start your refresher training with the braces," Giles said as he ran his hand over the crotch of Wesley's pants.
With a smile, he stepped away and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came back out, he waited for Wesley to get ready before they went down to the car. "I should make spaghetti with my homemade sauce tonight," Giles commented as he buckled his seatbelt. "I'm rather sure we'll be able to find some good tomatoes somewhere."
When they pulled out of the parking lot and went toward the supermarket, he looked over at Wesley and raised his eyebrows. "You do have pots and pans, right?" he asked.
When Rupert ran his hands over his trousers, Wes immediately felt himself starting to stir, both from the touch and from the promise of the use of the braces later. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to settle down while Rupert disappeared into the loo. As much as his lover made him want him, he couldn't very well go out to the grocery store stiff as a board
( ... )
Giles could feel himself hardening as Wesley's cock twitched in his mouth. Soon his mouth was full of Wesley's release and he groaned before swallowing it down. He carefully sucked up Wesley's softening cock and sat up on his knees. As Wesley came down from his orgasm, Giles got off the bed and stripped off his clothes.
He stroked his cock a few times, making sure it was hard before kneeling between Wesley's legs again. Giles lubed his fingers up again and slowly started to stretch Wesley out without saying a word. "I'm rather proud of you, love," he whispered. When Wesley was completely stretched, Giles lubed up his own cock and slowly thrust it inside of Wesley.
Giles grabbed his lover's legs and had him bend them at the knees before he started to thrust into Wesley. "Now, here's one I hope you can answer..." he moaned as he looked down at his lover. "I think you should now tell me why you love me so much." He gave Wesley a cheeky look and angled his thrusts as he went deeper.
Still tied to the bedpost with Rupert's braces, Wesley opened his eyes, a low groan issuing from his throat when he saw his lover strip. He drank in the sight of him, his chest and legs and cock. God, he was handsome. And he was his
( ... )
Giles loved the little noises Wesley made when they were making love. He knew he was the one causing them, and no one else could ever get such a response out of Wesley. With his hand on Wesley's hips, he thrust into him deeper, listening to the words he was saying. When he was finished, Giles slowed his thrusts a little and looked down at him.
"And I love you because you're my Wesley. You taught me how to love enough, even if you were a bit annoying at first. You make me see things differently," Giles moaned as he continued to thrust inside his love. He looked down and noticed Wesley was hard again so he reached down and started to stroke him in time with his own thrusts.
He finally felt his balls start to tighten so he sped his thrusts up as he roughly pumped Wesley's cock. Before he could say another word, Giles' body exploded with an orgasm as he spilled himself inside of the other man. Panting, with sweat trickling down his face, Giles continue to stroke Wesley. "Come for me again, love," he whispered.
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Once he orgasmed, he felt Rupert spill inside him, his cock twitching. It was the most amazing feeling in the world, and he closed his eyes, savoring it. He felt Rupert starting to fall against him and tried to raise his hands to help him, but his current position made it difficult.
When Rupert helped him put his legs down, he then sat up. He knew he'd have to clean the table later, but he didn't care. Especially when his lover mentioned the make-up on his face.
"I seem to remember you being the one to ask Fred to put it on me!" Wesley told him, swatting his hip. Sliding from the table, he then took his hand and led him to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. Once it was the right tempertature, he pulled the other man in and picked up the soap to wash his face. "Better? Now we should probably clean the rest of ourselves up."
With a grin, he started soaping Rupert's abdomen before working his way down to clean his cock.
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"Here. This is what real tea should taste like," Giles said with a knowing look. He walked out to the table and sat his tea down. He went to Wesley's door and opened it. That morning's paper was sitting there and he picked it up. "Remember back in Sunnydale how we used to look through the newspaper to find things to do. You'd think the Council would've been more help."
He shook his head, not wanting to think about the Council. Instead, he looked over at his boxes. "Whatever we can't fit in the flat, I can put in a storage unit. I don't want to crowd you out of your flat."
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With a smile, he stepped away and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came back out, he waited for Wesley to get ready before they went down to the car. "I should make spaghetti with my homemade sauce tonight," Giles commented as he buckled his seatbelt. "I'm rather sure we'll be able to find some good tomatoes somewhere."
When they pulled out of the parking lot and went toward the supermarket, he looked over at Wesley and raised his eyebrows. "You do have pots and pans, right?" he asked.
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He stroked his cock a few times, making sure it was hard before kneeling between Wesley's legs again. Giles lubed his fingers up again and slowly started to stretch Wesley out without saying a word. "I'm rather proud of you, love," he whispered. When Wesley was completely stretched, Giles lubed up his own cock and slowly thrust it inside of Wesley.
Giles grabbed his lover's legs and had him bend them at the knees before he started to thrust into Wesley. "Now, here's one I hope you can answer..." he moaned as he looked down at his lover. "I think you should now tell me why you love me so much." He gave Wesley a cheeky look and angled his thrusts as he went deeper.
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"And I love you because you're my Wesley. You taught me how to love enough, even if you were a bit annoying at first. You make me see things differently," Giles moaned as he continued to thrust inside his love. He looked down and noticed Wesley was hard again so he reached down and started to stroke him in time with his own thrusts.
He finally felt his balls start to tighten so he sped his thrusts up as he roughly pumped Wesley's cock. Before he could say another word, Giles' body exploded with an orgasm as he spilled himself inside of the other man. Panting, with sweat trickling down his face, Giles continue to stroke Wesley. "Come for me again, love," he whispered.
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