Wesley made particular sounds when he and Giles fucked. Not the little, quiet, mewling sounds Giles expected, but deep, sweet ones that made Giles shudder and slam Wesley harder against one of the bookcases in the library just so he could hear them again.
He took Wesley one night, hard and fast, against the circulation desk with a hoarse groan of his own. The sound echoed through the library and Giles nuzzled closer to Wesley, kissing the back of his neck, waiting for the soft, slow sigh that usually came after his lover's climax. Instead, there was a choked gasp. Wesley squirmed under Giles, turning away from the door and the dark figure outlined in the faint light from the hallway.
After taking a few quiet steps, Angel turned, shrugged in reply to Giles' questioning look, and then turned around again. "I like watchers..."
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