Vampire
Fever's
SCENT
"What I find interesting? The fact that I can smell you and Wesley all
over each other."
..well you just know she went and told Wesley that little piece of news.
***
The door closed behind Lilah, her presence already forgotten. Wesley lay
sprawled on the musky sheets of the rumpled bed. He knew, of course, that
Angel's sense of smell was capable of scenting out the most intimate of
details. What he asked himself was, had he subconsciously made sure traces of
Lilah's scent were still detectable when he'd guessed that Angel was going to
engineer that meeting?
His hand strayed down his body to stroke his semi-hard cock. Was Angel's
awareness of his affair with Lilah an intricate component to his enjoyment of
it?
His hand began to slowly pull at the hardening shaft. Did he want Angel to lie
in his own bed imagining what he and Lilah were doing? Did the idea of Angel
getting turned on by the thought of Wesley in bed with his archenemy get him hot?
His fingers swiped over the tip of his cock and coated his hand with the clear
fluid now leaking copiously from the slit. Would Angel get hard at conjured
images of him sinking into the hot and willing body of Lilah Morgan? Did Wesley
want him to?
His hand was now pulling on his cock with ever increasing speed, his thumb
massaging the sensitive head with each stroke. Whose name did Angel call out
when he brought himself off in his lonely hotel room? Did Wesley want it to be
his?
Wesley gasped as his orgasm hit, hot splashes of come coating his hand and
landing on his quivering stomach. He decided against taking a shower. As his
seed began to dry on his skin, he wondered if his scent would now overpower
Lilah's? Before he fell asleep Wesley mused, if he had Angel's enhanced senses
would he be able to smell the trace of Angel's dried come at their next
meeting?
He didn't ask himself if he wanted to, he already knew the answer.