"He is, isn't he?" Spike agreed, gaze running over the straining muscles of Jack's shoulders and arms. "Thought that the minute I saw him - different him, but it's the same body - always wanted to know what was under all those clothes. Knew it'd be beautiful."
His hips flexed, pulling out of Jack, almost completely, and driving back in again, still holding on tightly. "Feel beautiful too, pet," he added as he began to find a rhythm, content just to fuck Jack for the moment. Just enjoying the hot grip around his cock that made his breath catch each time he pushed into Jack.