"Nothing wrong with pain," Lane sneered and swallowed him down again, hands moving up to press Spike's hands to his head. When he pulled back, he used a hint of teeth and sucked hard on the down-stroke, shoving his nose into the curls at the base of Spike's cock. His eyes were watering and he didn't care, one hand locked onto Spike's thigh and the other gripping his own cock. Rough was fine. Rough was more than fine, really. Teeth, hands, cock, each time he swallowed Spike's dick a little more of him let go inside, the hardness lodged in his throat centering what was left. So he sucked harder and got by with a little less oxygen until he was dizzy with it all.