He can feel the faint resistance he's felt from Spike all along rapidly melting with the heat of their encounter, and it feels fantastic to finally be able to give what he's wanted to give for months. He gasps as strong fingers curl into his hair, always a big turn-on for him, and he's dragged down into yet another clashing kiss, this one even more desperate that before. He meets Spike more than halfway, one hand curling around his skull, the other braced on the mattress for stability as he ruts frantically against him. A shudder goes through him when Spike grabs his ass and he groans, thinking he should have reached for the lube while he was sitting up, but he didn't think about it then and he doesn't want to move, doesn't want to break contact again, not when Spike's so fucking hot and needy and everything feels so fantastic. Hell, they can come like this if need be, this first time.