Riley nodded. "Yes. God yes, please. You've got no idea how you make me feel, how can I feel so alive here and dead everywhere else, you've got to have some answers for me, please," he whimpered. "I want the taste, I want you to fuck me, I don't want it to ever stop, any of it." His hands had slipped out of Spike's hair and he was bracing on his shoulders now. "Down to the edge, every time."