His Wicked Tongue
“Why do you get to be in
control?” Spike whined even though he willingly bent over the desk. “It’s my
turn to fuck you, you know.”
“My desk, my choice now lie
there and don’t move again,” Angel growled, planting one hand in the middle of
Spike’s back to hold him down. His other hand reached beneath his Childe and
undid the restraints keeping him from what he wanted.
“Can I at least raise my
hips so you don’t yank my damn dick off?” Spike said, wiggling against the
tugging on his jeans.
“If you must,” Angel replied
dryly. “But I thought you might enjoy the extra stimulation.”
“I do but I still want it
attached. Might not be as much fun for you if it won’t get hard anymore.”
“True, true, so lift.”
One more tug and it was
free. That perfect white bum, muscled and firm, up in the air and all for him.
With a sigh, Angel sat in his office chair while he tried to decide what he
wanted to do to it first. Spanking? No, not yet, he wanted to keep Spike teased
for as long as possible and his Childe always shot his load too soon from the
sting of a hard hand on his ass. Fuck it? No, Angel decided, he wanted to cum
inside Spike’s mouth instead and then let Spike fuck the hell out of him. Right
now he was more interested in a lot of teasing and squirming and begging then a
smile broke out as an idea came to him.
“Are you going to stare at
it all day or what?” Spike asked, swishing said body part back and forth as he
looked at Angel over his shoulder.
“Or what,” Angel replied,
putting his hands on the blonde’s hips to keep them from moving. “Hold still.”
Spike sighed loudly.
“Always too impatient,”
Angel whispered, then made his move. His tongue flicked along Spike’s tail bone
while kneading at the white globes.
“It tickles,” Spike laughed while
trying to hold still.
Angel was slowly moving his
tongue downwards, licking along the crack. He chuckled when Spike spread his
legs a little further and thrust his ass upwards. Angel spread the cheeks apart
to expose what he wanted.
“Is this what you want?”
Angel asked, letting his tongue drift over the hole.
“Yes,” Spike moaned,
wiggling back to try to find the retreating member. “Please, come on, Angel.”
That was what Angel wanted,
to be begged by the prideful vampire who still tried to act like they weren’t
fucking every chance they got. He decided to put his Childe out of his misery.
One hand slipped around to wrap around Spike’s cock while he returned his
tongue to the small entry. Slow licks accompanied slow strokes, teasing the
blonde into a frenzy of desire. Angel slid his hand to the head, letting his
thumb capture the pre-cum to swirl it around the tip. He let the fingers of his
other slide upwards along the inside of Spike’s thigh, tickling, teasing until
he cupped the sac that had until that point been swinging freely from Spike’s
wiggling.
“Do you like this?” Angel
asked, both hands busy massaging and stroking while
his lips dragged across the cheeks. Intermittently he would nip the flesh,
leaving small red welts to stain the smooth paleness. “Am I pleasing you?”
“Yes, god, yes,” Spike
hissed, grasping the other side of the desk with both hands.
“Do you like my hands on
your balls and cock?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want me to do
next?” Angel asked, letting his tongue slide back between the cheeks.
“Just do it already,” Spike
complained.
“Do what?” Angel asked
innocently letting hand and tongue slip away completely while he leaned back in
the chair.
“Bloody damn dom queen, I want you to stick
your tongue into my asshole,” Spike instructed between unnecessary pants. “And
fuck me with it.”
“And I should because?”
“Please.”
“It would be my pleasure,”
Smug that he had gotten his
Childe to beg for release, Angel leaned forward. His hand wrapped around
Spike’s cock while his tongue dove between alabaster globes to the small source
of pleasure for the blonde. He prodded at the opening until the tip of his
tongue slipped inside eliciting a gasp from Spike. Pushing further in while his
hand slid upwards along Spike’s shaft, Angel tried to keep the two movements in
synchronicity.
“Deeper,” Spike begged,
rocking backwards in his desire to be filled.
Angel complied, letting his
tongue slide as far in as he could get it. His free hand slipped around Spike’s
hip to keep him in place while he flicked and prodded in time to his pumping of
Spike’s cock. Hard and fast then slowed down to a rolling movement, Angel
gauged Spike’s pleasure from the gasps and groans that fell effortlessly from
him and kept the pressure up accordingly.
“Oh, god, now, Angel, yes,
now,” Spike rambled as his body quivered then shook as he came.
Angel never stopped his
movements until he felt the cool liquid spilling over his hand. He wrapped his
arms around the body of the small vampire and pulled him down onto his lap.
Spike cuddled against him as he rode through the last of his aftershocks.
“Still regret not being in
control?” Angel asked, rubbing Spike’s in small
circular caresses.
“Um, still going to fuck the
hell out of you later,” Spike promised. “It will be my bed so it will be my
choice.”
“Handcuffs?” Angel asked hopefully, leaning forward to nip at
Spike’s nipple through his t-shirt.
“Ouch, you sadistic
bastard,” Spike warned, pulling Angel’s hair until he let go. “I’m going to not
only handcuff you but I’m not going to let you cum for hours.”
Angel pulled Spike down
until their lips were only as far apart as a breath. “Do what you want as long
as you still love me in the morning.”
“Always,” Spike said,
closing the gap between them.
~~~The End~~~
