“Well, I’m running my hand, which is sweaty and slick with pre-cum, up and down your cock, using the other one to stop you bucking your hips against me. In a moment- in fact, right now- I’m going to move that hand down, gliding it over your hip bones and smoothing the skin on your inner thigh, until I can use it to…” Giles moans, as Spike starts to finger, first the heavy sac of testicles, and then what the fanfic writers insist on referring to as ‘the small, puckered hole.’
Spike’s able fingers keep exploring, and Giles notices that either vampires can grow a third hand a will, or one of the fingers is a tongue. “William,” he groans, thrusting into Spike’s mouth, and giving Spike something pornier than dirty words to chew on. When he recovers a little, Giles opens his eyes, to see his lover smiling like a cat that got the cream. “If internet porn always results in that,” he mummers, and tails off at the grin.
“You think you might like to hear some more? How about some Celeborn/Gimli?”