AtS – Au-ish for all we know – Spike/Angel
Warnings: well – m/m slashy goodness in 100 words.
Face down, nearly smothered in the feather pillows of his own bed, Angel wondered just how he’d gotten himself in this position. Hands shackled to the wrought iron headboard, ankles tied to the wooden posts of the huge bed, several pillows under his hips lifting him to just the right position and height – and Spike’s massive cock buried balls deep in his ass over and over again.
How did he end up in this position? Oh yeah… they’d been drinking blood earlier, and he’d spilled some on his favorite cashmere sweater. Fuck me, he’d said.
Oh yeah. That was enough.