Xander's Favourite Paddle
"Oh, yeah! Jesus, Xan, just like... Yeah! Oh, hell... Yesss!" Spike arched and came, fingers clenching one last time in shaggy brown locks before sliding off to lie motionless on wrinkled cotton sheets.
Xander swallowed greedily, licked up every drop, and slithered the length of his Sire's nude body to share a bloody, violent kiss. Then he pulled back and pouted prettily.
The Puppy Eyes o' Doom worked their magic yet again.
"Okay, okay! Yes, you give award-winning blowjobs. Happy now? We'll go back to the shop tomorrow night and you can get that bloody hand-carved rosewood paddle. Brat."