Obviously I was in a lot of denial about the kissing thing one hundred days ago.
[The coat would have helped but they'll just have to make do without it and if they get caught they get caught. He keeps his arm draped loosely around his waist, hoping it will help hide what he's doing as his other hand slides lower, circling and stroking a finger over his entrance. The slow movements of Spike's hand work so perfectly with the thrill of what they're doing, the little thrills of pleasure that run through him with every touch.]