[Tyki sucks a breath in through his blood stained teeth when Spike bites down, one of his own hands tangled in the vampire's hair and the other still clutching to the front of his neck in a firm but pointless grip. He's had worse inflicted on him but this is new and thrilling in its own right - granted, he's carefully keeping track. Ready to disengage the moment things fall out of favor.
But again, this is exciting.] You better tell me how I taste.