Before and After

Hot water splashed down around him, his eyes were closed and his head thrown back as he leant against the tiled wall. One hand was wrapped around his cock, the bulbous head pumping clear fluid as his fist moved up and down the shaft. His other hand was alternately tugging at his balls and pinching his nipples. As his climax hit, he opened his eyes to watch his cock shoot copious amounts of thick white sperm over his hand onto the shower floor.

Panting softly as he rested against the wall, Wes murmured, "Enjoy the show Spike?"

Materializing through the glass, Spike's eyes devoured the naked man. "When I'm no longer incorporeal, you're mine. It's only a matter of time, pet." He turned and vanished back through the glass.

Wes shut his eyes again as his breathing slowed, “I'll be waiting," he whispered to the empty room.

He was shocked out of sleep as a hand closed over his mouth and a cool body pressed against him from behind.

Slowly the hand moved away, tracing fingertips over his jaw, across his collarbone and down to his chest. Fingernails were scraped over nipples that quickly became sensitized - every touch, every pinch, every tug sending arrows of desire direct to his cock.

Lips sucked at the back of his neck, teeth gnawed at his skin, the slight pain soothed by a lapping tongue.

The other hand wrapped around his waist and moved to his groin. Fingers threaded through the dense hair at the base of his cock. A cool palm stroked up his rigid length, brushing a thumb over the weeping tip, before moving lower to cup and massage his balls.

His chest rose and fell as his heartbeat sped up. His leg was lifted and bent at the knee allowing the cool body to slide closer to his. The hand massaging his balls moved to trace along his perineum and then up the crease, teasing sweeps of gentle fingertips whispering over the ring of muscles.

He bit back a groan when the hand was removed, only to latch on to the fingers as they were brought to his lips. Sucking them deep into his mouth, he laved and swirled his tongue around the cool skin, relishing the taste and feel, lost in the pleasure.

The hand teasing his nipples moved to hold his cock firmly at its base and gently squeezed. He moaned his arousal around the fingers in his mouth. Then they were tugged away, leaving him panting, as desire soared.

The wet fingers were now playing around his opening. Two fingers rested against the ring of muscles and pushed in. The wonderful pain from the unfamiliar stretch throbbed through him and then subsided, leaving pure pleasure in its wake. The fingers pushed in further and then rotated until a knuckle brushed against his prostate. The jolt had him bucking his cock into the hand that held it, trying to get some friction across the head, but he was held tight in the firm grasp. He moaned his frustration.

The fingers inside of him were slowly pulled out, leaving him feeling empty, but were quickly replaced by the tip of a weeping cock. He held his breath as it forced itself into him, every nerve ending alive to the feel of his arse being filled. Then the cock started moving, slow thrusts deep inside him, each one rubbing against his prostate. Then the thrusts got quicker. He was moaning loudly now and finally the hand around his cock started to fist him. He rocked his hips as he was fucked hard.

He could feel his orgasm mounting. His balls tightened up and then the surge of relief as he pumped his seed into the hand that held and caressed him. The hard pounding thrusts continued as the aftershocks of his climax rippled through him. Then he heard a groan followed by the feel of his arse being filled with cool cum.

The mouth at the back of his neck licked down to his collarbone and bit gently into the muscle. It then lifted so that lips were just by his ear.

"Mine," it whispered.

"Yours," he sighed.