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Spike’s nose was crushed into the dark hair that surrounded the boy’s cock and his chin was buried in
the boy’s balls. The big head of his boy’s cock hit the back of Spike throat and he swallowed it, and
continued to swallow continuously around it. Xander came apart at the seams, holding his head and
fucking his mouth mindlessly, with long, hard, fast strokes. He pulled back on the outstroke against
the strong suction of Spike’s mouth, babbling nonsense, until just the glans was still in Spike’s mouth
being laved by his strong tongue, and slammed back in up to his balls, Spike’s strong throat muscles
were there to ripple around the head. Spike felt the boy’s balls draw up tight beneath his chin and he
brought his hands to the boy’s hips stopping his movement. Spike swallowed the boy’s cock down
sucking in hard and closed his throat tightly around the head of the boy’s cock and growled. Xander
came hard, screaming his name. It was music to his ears.
Spike pulled back until he could taste his boy’s offering, he let it flood his mouth and swallowed it
hungrily. Tasting and appreciating, like a connoisseur, the addictive, slightly salty essence of Xander.
He sucked hard, greedily attempting to draw every drop of come from the boy’s balls through the head
of his cock.
Xander collapsed, all his strength gone and his mind too, it had shot out of his cock. His heart seemed
to lurch and take up a syncopated rhythm. He was heaving and gasping trying to regain his breath and
his mind. His mind seemed to have left his body along with his spunk, they both shot down Spike’s
throat at the same time. His breath was easier to get back.
Spike crawled back up his body and his bright blue eyes smirked down at his breathless boy in a male
kind of satisfaction. He leaned down and brushed his lips over Xander’s forehead and across his
eyelids as they closed, over his cheekbones and down to his boy’s succulent mouth. Then he tried to
suck Xander’s last two brain cells out through his throat.
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Damn! But his vampire had some kind of evil sucking mouth. It was all a plot to keep little Xander
from running away. That’s it. Keep big Xander distracted with that mouth, talking that good nasty,
sucking on various parts of his extremely appreciative body, or using that tongue to mine for gold in
his tonsils. Either way little Xander wasn’t going anywhere cause big Xander kept losing his mind, and
little Xander was waking up again and getting interested in the activities, well on his way to happy
once again. Traiter. It was a conspiracy. Spike and little Xander were out to get him he just knew it.
Between the two of them, he might never be able to think straight again. Oh the betrayal! By his own
body no less, he already knew Spike was evil. Then evil Spike had to get his evil hands involved in the
evil scheme, those wicked, evil, Big Bad fingers and hands. Hands shouldn’t be able to do things like
that. There had to be a law, and as soon as he found his mind wherever it went, he was going to look it
up, on the web maybe, and present it to his Big Bad evil vampire. But Oh God! It could wait a while;
he didn’t want to distract the various evils too much because what they were doing to little Xander felt
too damned good. He he.
There went his last two brain cells, carrying bulging suitcases, and waving merrily at him as they left
his brain and locked the door behind them. They had traveling directions and a map to little Xander’s
amusement park. And brain cells ride free on Wednesdays. Traitors!
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Spike felt Xander’s cock swelling once again, and shifted a bit with his mouth still glued to the boy’s
lips, sharing the taste of his own come with him. He braced himself on his elbows at either side of
Xander’s head, drew up his knees, and slid them over Xander’s legs, placing one knee on each side of
his boy. Then he lifted himself onto one straightened arm and lifted his pelvis away from his boy with
his legs, reached down between their bodies and grasped both their cocks together. Xander groaned
into his mouth.
Spike stroked their cocks slowly with a firm grip, on the upstroke rubbing his thumb across drizzling
cockheads, spreading and mixing their precum together. Xander’s hands wandered up and down the
muscles of his back, down to his ass, and back up to the back of his head moaning around vampire
tongue as he tried to suck it down his throat gnawing it with his teeth.