A strong hand playing gently across the crotch of his pants pulled him out of his contemplation. He looked down to see intense eyes fixed on his growing arousal. Spike fisted Angels hair, causing the vampire to tense and tear his occupied hand away. Brown, alarmed eyes flicked towards his, the low lighting making them seem impossibly deep. Spike lost himself in the gaze, watching the fiery emotions run rampant through his Pet’s eyes, confusion, recognition, and finally pliant lust. Seeing the desire in Angel’s eyes made Spike swallow as he tugged on the hair to pull Puppy around to straddle his lap, he knees caught between Spikes thighs and the arms of the plush chair.

“Naughty Pet.”

He wrenched Angel’s head forward and ground his lips to his Puppy’s. His hand slipped down to undo the string on Angels pants and slipped inside. He wound his hand around the swollen thickness he found, slowly drawing back the skin, as his Pet whimpered into his mouth. He started to pump slowly as he dominated his Pet’s mouth.  His tongue flicked against flushed lips, seeking the waiting cool cavern, tracing and memorising the swells and dips of Angel’s mouth. He pulled his lips and hand away and rested his head on the back of the easy chair, staring in wonder at the beautiful sight above him. Angel. Pink lips flushed, wet from the finished kiss, his tongue flicking out to taste the traces Spike left, as his sculpted body writhed and thrashed on top of him, confined by the pressure of Spikes legs, head rolling with fervour as he ground his covered erection into his Masters. The dim light of the apartment played off the shallows and muscles of Angel’s body as his squirming caused a slight sheen of sweat to cover his pale chest.
Angel had been his Pet, his Puppy, his Slave and plaything for a while now, but his perfection when he was lost in this, this passion, never failed to bewilder the younger vampire.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Angel stilled, as he opened his eyes and looked down at him. He didn’t break eye contact as he leant forward and flicked his tongue across Spikes lips, deep brown to dark blue. He swept one big hand underneath Spikes black shirt and flicked his nipples into hardened nubs as he continually ground his passion against his Masters.

“You’re mine.” Spike growled out as he reached around to grab Angel’s hair again, pulling his head back. Angel’s fingers continued to work softly at Spikes chest as he lent forward and licked the length of his Pet’s throat, paying attention to the raised jugular.

“Master…”

Spike licked his way up to his Pets jaw and chin, feeling the mewls of pleasure vibrate under his tongue.

“Yes Puppy?”

Angel groped at the blondes chest as he leaned further forward, determined to feel as much of his Master’s body against his as he could. He nuzzled the patch of skin over Spikes collarbone, as the blonde raked black nails down his back, and moved the talented lips over his own once more.
He whined into the devouring mouth, trying to move his knees forward to gain more friction against his cock. Spike tore away and smirked as he brutally pressed his knees further apart, hurting Angel with the pressure as he pinned his calves completely against the arms of the chair.

“Bad Puppy.” He leered up at the handsome visage as he slowly increased the pressure. Angel titled his head as he moaned, his eyes all but closed. His gaze moved down past the bared neck, noting the display of utter submission with a small smile, past the chest heaving with unneeded breath at his ministrations and the slight pain that was probably starting in his Pet’s long thighs, to rest on the tented sweats.

“What do you want baby?” Spike purred into his ear, “Tell your owner what it is you need.”

Spike studied the high cheekbones of the vampire, biting his lower lip as he spied the thin sliver of brown that could be seen under the almost closed eyelids. Angels closed his eyes completely as he answered.

“You, Master…”

“What? Tell me.”

Angel squirmed again, trying for friction against Spike’s jeans covered thigh. Finding it, he ground down. Spike growled and slammed his thighs outwards, crushing Angel’s legs with a satisfying howl.

“You, Master, Touch…Please…”

Spike ran his hand possessively down the bare chest before him. Angel’s eyes were clenched shut, but his face remained hauntingly beautiful. He felt Angel’s thighs shivering so he relaxed his legs a fraction before replying.

“Touch what? Come on sweets, say it.”

“Touch… me, my cock, please…”
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