[Tyki keeps his weight thrown forward and against Spike, barrier and all. It's nothing truly sexual though for Tyki there is an undeniable underlying thrum of pleasure, attraction, but it too is more towards the pain and pressure. The thrill of spilling a bit of blood far surpasses the worth of a simple make out. So he continues to kiss Spike fiercely, daring him to catch his lip between those jagged rows of teeth - you're not the only one who doesn't mind the taste of blood, after all.]