Continued from here.
Wesley gasped when Giles pulled him down over him, kissing him deeply. He continued to move inside him, still slow. Part of him wanted to make this last as much as he wanted to be certain that he didn't hurt Giles. Especially since he could feel Giles' cock between them. Oh God. He had never imagined how unbelievable this would feel, especially face-to-face.
He found himself also wanted to know what it would feel like this way with Giles in him.
Burying his head against Giles' shoulder, he began speeding up his thrusts at his urging, pulling back and pushing back into him. Each movement caused his balls to tighten, and he could feel himself rubbing across Giles' cock each time since they were so tightly wrapped together. He kept moving faster and harder, the need in his stomach and the pleasure building inside him driving him as much as Giles' words.
"Oh, God," he groaned.
Sweat rolled down his temple, and he could feel his muscles beginning to tremble. He pushed hard in Giles one last time, feeling him clench around him as warm stickiness hit his stomach. Just then, his own orgasm rolled over him, white light exploding behind his eyes. As he cried out against Giles' shoulder, his cock throbbed violently inside him for several moments.
"Bloody...bloody hell," he gasped as his body slowly began to settle. "Are you...was that...are you all right?"
He knew he should move, but right then, he found himself not wanting to let the other man go.