Backfire - Spander Files

coating himself with it. He felt a momentary resistance as his cock pressed against
Spike’s hole, then he was inside, continuing to push forward slowly and steadily.
Stopping a couple times to pull back, then push in again, slightly harder and deeper,
he closed his eyes and just felt it. The tight muscle that surrounded him was a
sensation that he could die with.
When he was fully sheathed, he stilled completely, brown eyes finally focused on
heavy blue, realization hitting both at the same time.
“You feel good inside me,” Spike hissed out as he squeezed hard on the intruding
member, causing Xander to gasp and buck.
“Good?” Xander managed to laugh.
“Good. Move now, Xander. Fuck me.” Xander’s body took over like an obedient
dog and began grinding into Spike, almost uncontrollably.
Spike grabbed Xander’s hips and Xander was able to pull himself together, focus,
bringing his pumping under control and soon they were moving together. A pace
was set that was hard enough to cause grunting, but slow enough to prolong the
inevitable outcome.
“Oh, god, Spike. Want to be here forever. You’re so tight, so hard.” He grasped
Spike’s cock and stroked him like he knew Spike liked. Hard and slow.
“Yes, touch me, feel me, fuck me. Harder, Xander, more. Fuck.”
Xander didn’t know how much more he could he give, so he just kissed Spike,
tongue invading in the same way his cock was. When he came up to breathe, he was
able to gasp in just one breath before Spike grabbed the back of his head and pulled
Xander to his neck.
Without thinking, Xander bit down. When he tasted the blood, he came without
knowing he was even that close. He felt Spike’s semen spill out over his hand, but
that sensation was lost when Spike’s semi-warm blood flowed into Xander’s mouth.
He swallowed roughly, then sucked more out of the rapidly closing wound.