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[That calls for more kissing him his opinion, deeper and still slow while his hands begin to run lazily over his body, stroking over the warm skin, lingering where he can feel a pulse. Eventually he pushes him gently back into the bed, mouth moving to explore that same area of neck and throat Spike is usually so obsessed with on him. He can feel each breath, every warm quiver of warm skin, each beat of his heart and while he always knew that was what Spike loves about this spot it's so different to be aware of those things himself. One of his hands trails up his chest to rest over his heart, feeling it beat.]