Title: A Mile In His Moccasins 19/26
Author: Gileswench
Feedback: Constructive criticism always welcome. Praise abjectly sought.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, Mutant Enemy, etc., etc., etc. I just let them have all the fun Joss won't. I own nothing except my twisted mind which you really don't want. Please don't sue.

Soon both grew too heated to continue wearing pants. Giles stripped his off and turned to help Buffy remove her jeans. She couldn't wait to get them off. Her erection had gone from somewhat uncomfortable to actually painful in the confines of the form fitting denim. Giles quirked an eyebrow at her when he saw the straining briefs underneath.

"Tiger stripes?"

"I thought they were more manly for bedtime fun than zebra stripes. Anyway, you're wearing my purple thong so you don't get to complain."

"You need to do some laundry," he told her as he slipped them down his legs. "They're not terribly comfortable."

"I could have told you that. And these were fine when I started out, but they're pretty anti-comfortable now."

She hooked her thumbs into the elastic at her hips and removed her underwear, too. She stifled a giggle as her penis sprang out. Giles leaned over and kissed her.

"I love to hear you laugh," he said.

"So you're not mad? That I laughed?"

"Of course not. If you're laughing, you're enjoying this. I want you to enjoy it. Besides, I sometimes have to stop myself laughing when I take off my underwear. It looks a bit silly."

"So you don't have a problem if I laugh at your dick?"

"Is it a particularly laughable one?"

"No. It really isn't."

"Then I assume it was the moment rather than my privates."

"Yeah, it's kind of a moment thing. You really don't mind?"

Giles smiled and took Buffy's hand in his.

"Will you just relax? Laughter is fine, so long as it isn't meant as an insult. Now, are you ready for the condom, or do you want to play a bit yet?"

"I - I don't know how much more I can play if you want...y'know...to...I mean...this still feels really weird."

"Do you want to stop?" Giles asked levelly, though every nerve in him screamed both yes and no at the same time.

Buffy shook her head.

"No. I want to. It's just sorta of the freaksome. I think maybe I better put it on. If you still want to, that is."

"Yes, yes I do," he answered a bit quickly.

"You're sure? 'Cause we could stop if you aren't."

She bit her lip, a little unsure what she wanted his answer to be.

"I'm sure," he said with more confidence. "Just..."

"Just?" she prompted.

"I know this is a dreadful cliché, but...be gentle with me?"

"I'll do my best," Buffy promised. "But you might need to give me a couple pointers. Are you ready?"

Giles took her hand and guided it to the triangle of curls that hid his sex. She found him wet and willing.

"You tell me."

"I think you're ready," she said wryly as she slipped her thumb over the tiny bump of his clitoris. At Giles' answering gasp of pleasure, she smiled and rubbed again. "Like that?"

Giles ground himself against Buffy's hand wantonly. As strange and confusing as the very internal sensations of female pleasure were to him, he knew what was about to happen. He wondered vaguely if Buffy was multi-orgasmic before his mind clouded entirely with need. A moment later, he shouted his release. Another whimper followed each pulse of his sex.

Buffy pulled him into her arms and held him as he trembled with the unfamiliar feelings he'd just experienced.

"That was...that was...I have no words for it," Giles breathed.

"You don't need them," Buffy reminded him. "I know exactly how you feel right now."

She kissed his sweating brow and reached for a foil packet. Giles stilled her hand.

"Allow me."

"Ever the gentleman, huh? Even when you're the lady."

Buffy lay back and allowed Giles to take over. He worked Buffy's foreskin back and swiped his thumb over the head of her cock, coating it with the large drop of precum. Buffy gasped and thrust her hips involuntarily. Somehow she'd never been able to grasp the idea that something that big could be so sensitive. Giles gently urged her back down with a few soothing words and a hand on her hip. He ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto Buffy. She frowned slightly.

"These really aren't all that comfortable, are they? In fact, this is one tight squeeze."

"It's a bit like a sausage casing. Then again, if they were roomy enough to be comfortable, they wouldn't work, would they?"

"All I know is I'm going on the pill ASAP. Hey, you could take the exam for me. Ever wanted to know what a visit to the gynecologist is like?" she grinned at him.

"I leave that pleasure entirely up to you," he giggled in return. "So we'd best find a cure soon."

"Coward."

She stuck her tongue out at Giles. He licked it with his own and pulled her into a deep kiss. Buffy rolled to lie atop him, cradling him between her thighs. They stopped kissing and looked down where their hips met.

"I think we're a little backwards again," Buffy said with a slight frown.

They repositioned so Giles cradled Buffy. They kissed again and again, raising their mutual desire to fever pitch. Giles pulled his knees up in silent invitation. Buffy drew up slightly on her hands and knees. Their eyes met. Buffy could see her own nervousness reflected in Giles' eyes. She smiled at him.

"I love you," she told him. "No matter what."

"I love you, too."

Buffy balanced on one hand and took her cock in the other to guide it into Giles waiting depths. She froze.

"And just so you know, I've never had anything this big in there. I hope it fits."

"Thank you for putting me so entirely at my ease."

He braced himself as Buffy moved the tip of her cock to the cleft of his core. She rubbed it against his entrance, looking for the right spot. When she found it, she tried to move forward, but found Giles had tensed so much that it was almost impossible to gain entry.

"Hey," she soothed him, "it's okay. I won't hurt you, Giles."

"I - I want it, but..." he turned his head to hide his frustration.

"But it's not easy for you to open up this way. You're not used to letting anyone in, are you? Giles, this is what love's all about; letting someone in. It's just...a lot more literal for a girl than for a guy."

"I do love you, Buffy," he told her softly. "I want to let you in, figuratively as well as literally. I just...perhaps we could..."

"Do you want to wait after all? I mean, we could, if you need to."

"No, I don't want to wait. I know exactly how you feel right now, and I wouldn't wish that frustration on anyone. And I want this; I honestly do. I want you. But I'm having a little trouble with...I think it's the position that's the trouble."

"So you just want to change positions? We could do that. So...um...how do you want it? Do you want to be on top?"

"Or possibly...like this."

Giles rolled to his stomach and pulled up onto his knees. He took hold of the headboard. Buffy moved behind him and kissed his back.

"Doggie style, huh? Okay, if it works for you. But I just want to remind you when your knees start to give out, this was all your idea."

Giles spread his legs a bit more in preparation as Buffy caressed him gently from behind.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

She ran her fingers across Giles' sopping nether lips. She smiled at his groan. He still flinched slightly, though. Buffy continued touching him until she felt him begin to relax under her ministrations. Soon he was thrusting back against her hand. She gently spread the swollen pink lips and inserted a finger into his waiting warmth. Giles mewled at the welcome invasion and clutched the headboard tightly. Buffy pressed a kiss to each soft buttock before her and slipped the finger out. She repositioned herself and placed her cockhead at Giles' tight entrance.

As the tip slipped in, Buffy groaned. She held Giles hips as he pushed back against her. Even through the latex, she could feel how snug and warm it was to be inside Giles. No wonder so many guys were in too big a hurry to get to this part. It was dominance and homecoming in one sweet thrust. She surged forward until her groin was pressed firmly against Giles soft rump. Her balls hung down, heavy and exposed, against Giles' hungry vaginal lips.

"How's that?" she asked a bit breathlessly.

"Very strange," Giles admitted, "but wonderful."

"I know what you mean."

She began to thrust, gently as she could manage at first. Giles met her every stroke with one of his own. The swing of Buffy's balls felt strange to both, but Giles soon decided he enjoyed the way they caressed his clitoris on every stroke. What he was having the most trouble getting used to was the way his breasts swayed as well.

Then again, with the wonderful feeling of fullness Buffy's cock was providing, and the constant stimulation to his clitoris, Giles soon found he didn't much care what his breasts were up to. He pushed back against Buffy wantonly and began to vocalize.

Buffy couldn't believe how much it excited her to hear Giles moan, whimper, and beg her to fuck him harder. She sped up the pace and did some talking of her own. She told him how good it felt to be inside him, how much she wanted to make him come Her words only made Giles move faster and cry out more.

He clutched the headboard harder as his cries turned incoherent. Buffy moved as fast as she could, drilling into Giles fiercely. She could feel her balls swelling and then contracting as the first wave of sperm surged through her penis. She yelled at the strange, yet exciting sensation. As the second wave hit, she could feel Giles begin to come, too, milking her with his internal muscles. Wave after wave coursed through both. Then, as suddenly as it had arrived, the fury left.

Giles' knees gave out and he fell to the mattress in a sweaty heap taking Buffy with him. They lay there, utterly drained, until Buffy somehow found the strength to roll off of Giles and pull him into a tight embrace.

"So," she panted. "Was it good for you?"

"Good? I think I broke your bed."

Buffy looked over his shoulder at the piece of her headboard on the pillow and laughed.

"You're paying to replace that, buster."

She bent down and kissed him deeply. He returned the kiss eagerly. At last, Buffy pulled away gently.

"I think I need to take this thing off before it falls off," she observed. "Then I think I need to fall seriously asleep."

"If I might recommend," Giles said, "I think a shower might be a good idea for both of us."

"Sounds yummy," she agreed. "Then sleep."

"You're all alike," Giles huffed in a mock aggrieved tone. "Once you've had your way, you can't be bothered to stay up and talk."

"Hey, it takes a lot out of a guy," Buffy protested teasingly. "Besides, I was up for a long time and we talked then."

"I've been up longer."

"Well, it was my first time. I couldn't help it if I was a little trigger happy. Was I...? Giles, did you get enough?"

"You were wonderful," Giles assured her as he leaned up to kiss her.

The pair moved to the bathroom. Buffy disposed of the used condom while Giles started the water in the shower.

As they cleaned up, they shared kisses and warm caresses. Buffy felt herself begin to stir slightly again. She pulled Giles closer and kissed him deeply. Before things could get any further, though, the front door slammed and deliberately loud footsteps were heard on the stairs. Buffy relaxed her hold on Giles slightly and groaned in frustration.

"I guess Will's home."

"I thought you said she was out for the night."

"Not all the night, the night. Just as long as The Bronze was open the night. I thought you got that."

She reached out and turned off the taps. The pair left the shower and toweled off, then grabbed their robes and scampered into Buffy's room as soon as they were sure the coast was clear.

In her own room, Willow smiled. It was good to hear those two laughing.

*****

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